I am so effing confused right now, I don't really know what I'm feeling. Well I know I'm confused but that's it.
He deleted me.
He never deletes people.
It's hard for him to.
Why did he delete me.
What. the fuck. did I do.
Well. Maybe I do know what I did.
I died. That's what I did. And it IS my fault.
You may be thinking, "How the hell does a dead person write a blog?". They don't. I'm alive. Let me tell you why.
I have two diseases killing me. Anorexia nervosa, and another unkown disease, which the doctors are currently trying to find a cure for.
I died. They shocked me back to life. Not so that I could live. So they could test out their treatment on me.
I don't want to be the "lab rat". I have been before, but in a totally different situation. Can't a girl just live a somewhat normal life?
Blehh. I'm baout to give up.
Fuck. It IS my fault after all.
