I am drunk. I wish I was drunker.

I have eaten so much the past two days. I think I am done now. I hope. I got rejected, as I said before. Rejection sucks. I wish I was more drunk.

I hope that I get in to my other school of choice. Do you think God is mad at me? I suck.

I find I like to drunk text people. I haven't yet. I'm just writing to you lovely people instead, because I'm usually embarrased the next morning...

I will get back on track. Soon. I really will. I love myself... I wanna succeed in the world. That's why I'm doing this, believe it or not. Because I deserve to succeed. I deserve to be skinny. And succeed.