Diary Entry #1

Dear Ana,

Today I am taking your advice (finally). I am a disgusting, hideous, fat fuck who needs to lose 30 pounds. Tomorrow, I'll only drink water\diet cola and only eat 800 calories. I know, that's a lot of calories but next Tuesday I'll go down to 700 calories and so on till I reach 200 calories (I want to be beautiful not dead). Once I get paper money, I'll get diet pills and all that good stuff. I want to go tomorrow so bad but if I use my credit card my mom will find out. Oh, Ana, this has to work!

It's quite humid out right now but the lovely darkening of the sky makes it cooler. My new friend (a rabbit I named Roger) is hopping about, just as lonely as I am. He isn't repulsed by the sight of me (yet) which is nice.
I wonder what the high school boy in the house behind us looks like. Maybe he's as mental as I am. Maybe he cries to the same songs I do and has met Roger the Rabbit.
I shouldn't be thinking such silly things - wishful thinking leads to heartbreak (something I am all too familiar with).

Well, Ana, the lightning bugs are out and my eyes can't write in the dark. I will tell you about my starving accomplishments tomorrow.

Love Always,
Holly :)