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Cathartic blog entries. I feel like posting five times a day hurhur.

I still have no solutions for rearranging my priorities in a way that doesn't kill me 'cause everything is too darn important.

So I have three options now. Three ways of coping, in fact. Or three things that I feel like doing.

1. Run away, hide at home, or run away and hide.
2. Vomit.
3. Not eat. (It took me a few years to figure out the reason for this, plus keeping track of my weight actually gives me this sick rush of adrenaline.)

Remember what I said about killing people who screw me over? I was thinking this afternoon, what if I'm the one screwing my own life? Then what, suicide? Hmm.

No idea why I'm doing the things I do, even though I don't feel like doing them. And I'm not talking about homework.