Christ, I've tried to write this shit three times now.
My problem is I am having this extremely rare moment of loneliness and I keep having ADHD moments and running off into tangents about shit that doesn't matter. And I just discovered diaryland killed my old diary. That really makes me sad because half of that shit I don't even remember, and I relied on that thing. However, there was some serious shit in there that is probably best left forgotten.
Fortunately my other one is still up, need to archive that before it, too, disappears.
"life has been strange, and stranger at times, but im alive. drugs, boys, eating disorders, and dwelling on a 10 month old broken heart."
Sounds about right. I still have that same broken heart.
There's no point to this.
But I would like to take a moment and apologize for my behaviour in 2004/2005. Especially towards my mother. I blamed a lot on her and it was me - being a stupid fucking junkie. I'm not even sure I had an ED, but was just seriously strung out on speed for a looooong time.
We have been doing spring cleaning and I found some of my old clothes. I do not even remember being that thin...seriously. Some of them shits could fit my tiny 12 year old neighbor kid. My pants probably wouldn't even fit one thigh anymore...sadly, I am about 100 lbs heavier than I was back then.
Life is fucking weird.
Expletives are my mood today.
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