Mon, Nov 11, 2002 - 11:56 a.m.

There is so much stuff going on that I can't articulate. I'm living through all of this stuff--it's not bad or anything, but I'm so sick of it that I don't even feel like writing anything real. I feel like making up a story about another girl. A story about a girl with real problems. Telling about a girl who people can relate to and has valid opinions to express.

Because right now I just don't. But still...i'm OK.

I'm OK.

I am on relatively good terms with my family and friends.

I love my body and feel beautiful every day.

I have a perfect boyfriend who is right for me in every way, and we're in love.

I have a job I love.

but sometimes I suck

sometimes i throw up

sometimes i hate my family

sometimes i feel pain

sometimes i feel guilt

sometimes i feel regret

sometimes i feel fear

sometimes i'm sick of it all, and I just want to get away

but mostly, usually

i'm OK

lovegrace