Wednesday, Oct. 19, 2005 - 8:11 p.m.
My first reaction to all of this is how badly I wanted to get fucked up. My drug of choice would be some crack, but I have no money and no way to get any and I'm supposed to have stopped that (four days clean, but I usually make it this far before slipping). Then I started drinking; finished a quarter of a bottle of vodka within 5 minutes. Dinner came and I stuffed myself with 2 helpings, then finished it off a little later with ice cream, cookies, and a package of ramen noodles. The purge was intensely satisfying, and I got most of it up. I also cut myself tonight, something I've been getting into the habit of doing again. It felt good but then I stopped because I realized I didn't need any new scars-- I can hurt myself in much better ways that won't be as obvious.
I thought about downing a bunch of pills tonight and just forgetting. If it ended in my death- who freakin cares, I'm worthless anyway. One thing after another, I'm just a wreck waiting to unleash. Nobody should be surpised when I self destruct. Look at my life: it's a huge pile of shit.
I have to move out for my own good but McDonald's doesn't pay the bills. Plus I have a feeling that I wouldn't be able to take my car with me. Doesn't matter that I paid for 800 dollars worth of it- they paid the majority so it's as if I have no ownership at all. Fuck them in the ass then.