
September 15, 2002
9:30am
i. Dear Diary, no one understands. I hate myself, but maybe things will get better soon. I lost another 4 lbs. today. I had breakfast, not much though. I threw it up already, so I'm hoping that'll help. I'm about to start exercising, probably for about an hour. Oh...that reminds me. I need to go buy me some more laxatives, I'm almost out. Well, goodbye for now, Diary. I've got things to do, more wait to lose. I told myself I would be 100 lbs. by the end of the month.
September 21, 2002
5:00pm
ii. Dear Diary, I feel like crap, but it's worth it. At least I'm not a fat pig anymore. I eat whatever I want....I just make sure it doesn't stay down for long. I don't want to have to start over. Not that it would matter, I could do it. After all, no one can count calories like I can. I just....I just wish I felt better. It's ok, I'm not as fat. 10 lbs. left...
September 30, 2002
11:59pm - deadline
iii. Dear Diary, I made it. I even exceeded my goal! I went from a fat and grotesque 150 lbs. to a not as fat 97 lbs. I can....I can barely breath, but that's okay, it's only a side effect. I'm sure it'll wear off. And I didn't know writing could be so hard either. Well...I'll ttyl Diary. I suppose.
*leaves room, goes into living room*
"Hey Mom"
"Yes dear?"
*Heavy breathing* "I don't feel so well, like something's wrong."
"Well...babe, come here, let me look at you."
"Okay. It's just kinda hard to......." *collapses on floor*
"Babe, get up! Honey, call the paramedics!"
*strokes daughter's hair* "Shh...it's going to be fine. You're going to be okay." *holds back tears*
November 1, 2002
3:00am -deceased

















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