Day 1.

First day out of the hospital - first morning, considering last night was spent on the flight here. I loathe Liverpool already. I want to go back to Spain. Scratch that - I NEVER want to go back to Spain. Until I have to.

Weight: 23 kgs - FINALLY growing. Looking like Gollum, and wondering when I'll be back to my usual 70 pounds.

Days till 17th bday: Waaayyy too many to count.

Height: Still somewhere between 5'1 and 5'2

Modelling jobs turned down in the last week: 5

Mood: BAD.

Craving: A day at the gym again! Need my pilates and ballet.

Hating: My hair! John Freida, I need a miracle here. MY HAIR IS FLAT.

Need to: Study Chem.

Fuck you, cancer. FUCK. YOU.

- Love, Isabella. Besos.