You know those pictures on the internet of girls that are found dead lying beneath the toilet, surrounded by their own vomit and blood?
I hope that is never me. I hope.
Although, the way things have been going, I can say I’m immune.
I don’t know how to do it. I keep trying, and succeed, but the success is only short lived, as the relapse takes a turn for the worst.
I am now worse than I ever have been. I’m gonna die. And I cry here in my bed, with my new dog Peyton.
I’m so scared! I don’t want to die!




