Too much.

I slept for four and a half hours.

Pretty nice. 

And it's a Friday. 

I really don't mind going and completing the day, but you know, I'm pretty anxious from obvious reasons. 

I know that my absence pisses off some of my friends, and it surely makes me feel worse, why wouldn't I? I hurt the people I need in my life. 

Even though that my main intention is not to harm anyone, I manage to do so anyway. 

Remember Sapir?

She refused to take some medication to help her. 

She refuses ADD medical treatment, but she will start horse therapy. 

Do you know who I know that started Horse Therapy for sure?

Eden from the hospital!

And I suspect that Gal as well. 

I just love that girl, love her too much. 

You know what was the funniest thing about my dream? That in my dream I fell asleep only at one forty, and after the dream ended I woke up, so I was utterly shocked at the fact that it was three and I that to check my phone to make sure that I didn't just turned it off and the dream was reality. 

In the last couple of days I'm sleeping on the opposite side. 

Near the ladder is now where my head is, semi hope that in the middle of the night I'd fall and break my neck, but it's mostly because my head hurts less when I watch TV like this. 

My jaw hurts. 

I can't yawn properly. 

It's eight twenty three, we got an open period because the teacher isn't here. 

I managed to finally get out of bed only at seven thirty even though that I was awoken at seven. 

I slept for six and a half hours. 

It's better, I'm still tired though. 

Well, my thighs are slimmer and the completeness that accompanies it, is an overwhelming, lovable, an an actual feeling. 

It fills the emptiness. 

How can I not love an addicting fuck-up that makes me feel better. 

I'm drugged on thinness and I have fell in love with bones. 

I can't wait for the vertical thigh gap. 

The horizontal one doesn't appeal to me, my friend has it. 

But guys, I think that on springs or TLV days or whatever I will legitimately wear thigh highs and knee socks. 

And I'd look like a piece of shit that makes others envy her thinness. 

I'll just hope that I won't sleep at nights and avoid nutrition in order to complete the "look". 

What can I say buddies? I fell in love with with "the ultimate price" and "the ultimate end". 

I'm just begging for it to arrive and rob me out of this life. 

It didn't rhyme, did it?

I clearly remember posting and sharing with you how much I hate rhyming when I talk about this topics. 

It's frustrating. 

Well, I guess it's better than the Norma teenagers. 

Whoring themselves and drinking themselves to stupor, fucking each other silly.

Drugged up on nicotine or Mr. Nice Guy, and maybe a bong here and there. 

I'm at least in the good condition of deep loathing and being drugged on thinness, hatred, passion or just regular medication.