for a span of about 4 and a half hours yesterday, i was happy. completely oblivious to the rest of the world. after that, it sort of went downhill.

i came home to a dead frog. "he's just asleep..like that..upside down..and stuff.." we scooped him out of the tank with a plastic fork from mcdonalds. put him in an empty butter dish. i hate the word dish. and i'm a murderer. an unintentional murderer. or something.

we went to eat and i got sick. hating my life i want to die sick. that kind. i vowed never to eat again, but i did just 10 minutes ago.

today is my daddy's birthday.

my best friend is home. for good.

i'm okay.

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