take me forever to tell; but I need to get it out.
Let's see, the last day I said anything was April 20th. That means that I have seven days to make up.
I'm going to rush through this, I have a lot to catch up on . . .
Well, I've been spending a lot of time with Keith and the group.
Nothing too interesting until April 23rd. Taylor, Keith, myself and Genevieve were going to stay the night at G's, but Mike said no. So she stayed while Tay, Keith and I looked for a place to sleep for the night. Finding nothing, we resorted to Keith's house. It was alright with his mother, and she was leaving anyways. It was very late. Tay and Keith played video games for a good long while, and then decided to pop in a movie and drift into slumber. Taylor slept on the floor, while Keith and I were on the bed. After a while, one thing led to another and I lost my virginity . . .
After a good 20-30 minutes, he stopped. He didn't think that I wanted it. He felt so horrible. So scared. So we stopped. I started crying. I'm not exactly sure why. I thought about Ty, and all the things that he's said to me . . . I don't know, I think it had something to do with the fact that he told me he loved me . . . God, so yeah. No more innocence.
I've been spending a lot of time at Katie's as well, It's basically become my second home. Eventually, my mom got tired of never seeing me after about five nights; and insisted that I come home. So here I am, the second night that I've not been at Katie's.
I lost ten pounds in a week, and gained it all back . . . For this, I am terribly pissed. I did it once, I can do it again, and more efficiently. Mary and Sunny's birthday up in the mountains is coming up the weekend before school is out. We're all gonna get wasted, trip shrooms and a whole lotta other shit. Keith will be there, and I can already assure that things will happen. I have to be thin. I must be. If Im not, I might just fucking kill myself.
- - - Ever since that night with Keith, we've kind of distanced ourselves from each other.
Today at school, Allan was all over me. But I must say- I didn't exactly stop him either. It was awful. We were playfully holding hands and shit, he almost kissed me twice. God, I don't know . . .
I was also speaking to Dustin more today about Keith. He told me that from what he's heard, and what he's observed- Keith doesn't care, and there's nothing there. I don't know, I can't tell to be perfectly honest . . .
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't fucking know...
Tomorrow, I'm restarting the ABC Diet. I'll finish it this time. Goddamnmetohell, if I don't.












