I wrote this story last night on a piece of loose leaf.
“I don’t eat because I think I’m fat. I see a photo of me and I look fat. So I don’t eat. I had a talk with Dennis and Gloria today, both separate conversations. I realized I don’t want to die. I want to love and hopefully get sponsored by red bull one day for snowboarding and Roxy. That’s what I really want. I want to be happy again. I need a phone. Serious though. I need to smile and mean it. This is the starting point tonight. I wanted to kill myself and […]