I don't know what to do with myself. It gets to a point where I ligidimately do not like myself at all, like I can't stand myself. I always feel quilty, my parents help that. I feel over weight, not right in general. I know I cannot ever be perfect, and I don't want this to contridict my other journal post, but I just continuesly hurt myself, and I can't control it. I'm not suicidal, but I just...

It was 11:11 and I made a wish. And I just started thinking about my friends. Who they are, what they are, and why they're my friends. I have such an array of friends- and now I start thinking why can't everyone just be all in one big group. Like a huge family. How come it's necessary to be split up into many differnet groups, when we all have one thing in common. We all know how to be a great...