Ugh.

Life is pointless, I swear.

Mom wants me homeless again, I've been so hungry that I overate for a week straight, I can't get back in control, I'm dropping two classes, I fail, my life fails.

What other things could go wrong?

My life...is worthless.

Like anybody cares, except for a couple people...maybe.

I know one does, but I rarely see her.

She's my reason to live, my best friend. We've been through a lot...but...

I...don't...want to.

I just want this over. Call me a failed experiment. It's over.

Can't we just end it?

I have no intention to, because I can't. I couldn't do that to the couple people who still actually give a shit about this broken, bony skinbag.

And I have no idea why they still do.

SICK.

My body has been revolting against me for the last 16 days. My digestive system has completely failed, and despite eating like a horse for the duration of my wicked illness (a fever around 105 for two weeks qualifies as wicked), my weight has plummeted from 157 at the start to 161 a few days later to 151 now, a little over a week after the 161.

What a heck of a way to lose weight, eh?

Who knows what'll happen, but I'm looking really [waifishgauntemaciated] thin. Even my mom noted how much I'd lost in my arms due to the lack of protein from the BRAT diet I'm on.

Well, I suppose I'll see where this goes.

Stay strong. Be beautiful <3

Love,
Micah