anything

i've eaten for two days always decides to come back up.

so annoying.

packed up all my things. feels weird.

found a dibs box and a pizza box hiding under my bed on my concrete floor.
i'm disgusting, officially.

made some mistakes during the wee hours, but everyone knows thats all im good for anymore, right?

i need my hair to grow, that's all i really want right now.
yesterday, we literally laid in bed all day..aside from one trip to wendys..which came back up like i was a slurpee machine. other than that..... in bed all fucking day. went to sleep around 7 am on sunday morning...woke up around 11. lounged and let my brain rot to too much vh1. alison went back to the dorms. anna and i watched peachtree tv movies till about 1:30 am...fell back asleep. woke up at five, anna had to leave. back to sleep. till 1. dad and brother came. packed up my shit.

be back to the city later on this week.
probably won't miss it though.

excuse me, i have to go throw up everything i just tried eating.