I sat on my fat *** all day eating wierd things like olives and ice cream and playing sims2. Jon went to Sams and my parents went out, I was home alone most of the day. I couldn't get past the anxiety of calling any of my friends on the phone, and Steve is still at that lake house. The highlight of my day was when he texted me for a little while. However, my sims are doing quite well. I think I'm done bleeding. But I can't drag myself upstairs, or manage to take my pills. I don't know why. I sung loudly to very loud music all day, to keep my mind off the beautiful day outside that I didn't want to look at or feel because I had nobody to enjoy it all with. Luckily, it stormed as the night went on. I am one lonely motherfucker.