yesterdaaaay/todaaaay.

I sat for four hours talking to the school counselor, crying my eyes out also. I still haven't eaten. We were debating on whether or not I should go to the hospital for help. Also to avoid hurting myself. But instead, Dezy is staying the night watching me. If I go to the hospital, I'd miss graduation and the field trip. Dezy's the only one that knows I haven't been eating, I'm fine though, I can tell when I should eat.
And I will when I have to. I'm sitting on my knees, in stewie boxers and a blue tank top with dezy braiding my hair. pshyaaa. It's 1:32 in the morning, and I'm just...thirsty as hell. It was Dezy's birthday yesturrdaay. Got blown up on today.