That's not true, but it sounds good, doesn't it? I think my subliminal message tape is working, I haven't had a piece of candy since I bought the tape on Tuesday. Not that I'm overweight or something, but I bought the tape on a whim and I think it's actually working. Who would have thunk it that a 'time lapse subliminal recording' would actually have an effect. It's probably just power of suggestion, but who knows, maybe it's some Twilight Zone shit. Maybe it'll turn me into an anorexic wingnut. I know enough of those already, the world doesn't need any more. It seems like every girl I know has eating problems in some way or another. Whether it's my friend that uses speed. She says it's not to lose weight, but it is. She doesn't say anything about it, although she was honest with me once lately. That was nice, and restored some confidence. Other kids at school puke at lunch, it's gross. Others go to the tanning salon every day and get this jaundiced tan. They really do get this yellowish tint all over their body. It seems pretty strange to want to do this to yourself. All these people worrying about how they look enough to kill themselves. But again, I'm a fucking hypocrit. I geuss I worry, I just don't do dumb shit to make myself look better. I find clothes that look good, not drugs or makeup that looks good. I worry about my friends. I worry most about the ones who don't care as well as the ones who care way too much. Whatever, I'll just let go a little bit. Goof off, and try and do something. DIY I geuss. Print a photo, get a cafe to put up some work, go to a show and dance, I don't know. Just go do something.