I’m pretty sure that one day my bones are going to collapse. November 14th, 2013.

I’m hungry and I think my stomach has claws.

I gained this week. 124.

I think my mom is pregnant. She usually is. She’s being really weird lately. August 10th, 2012.

A page filled with indecipherable expletives. December 11th, 2013.

Connor thinks I have the Kragle. Apparently I’m a Master Builder now.

Mom took out the measuring tape again. It’s sitting on the counter like a warning. May 13th.

I think my doctor smokes weed.

I’ve been on the meds for a while now. I think they’re swirling together like tye dye in my brain.

Down 5 pounds from Tuesday. I feel control.

The voice is getting scary again.

I am tired of feeling crazy. April 29th.

My psychiatrist is scary. His teeth look mean.

Today, Colin told me I’m a princess.

Blood. May 1st.