I know I've lost a lot of weight, and there's the obvious hair-shearing and face-piercing. Crusts of blood embellish my arms like wounds from a bear attack.
But this girl is still recognizable as me. That is, until I look her in the eyes, lusterless and blank. Suddenly I ask myself, Is this who I have become? Is this who I will live out the rest of my days as?
I know I can't go on like this. I know something, somehow, has to change."
- Written on February 7, 2007
I'm most likely going to be without Internet access for a few days; I've being forced to visit my horrid aunt, uncle, and cousins. Why they even want to see me I don't know, because by the end of my stay last winter they were all convinced I belonged to a Satanic cult. Maybe they just intend to convert me to their extreme Catholicism this time?
Happy Thanksgiving to the Americans in the crowd.