Italian red wine.
No make up.
No life.
I've cut off my entire family.
I've cut off my friends.
I cut off the boy.
I hate my life.
I hate my body.
I hate my world.
I wish I could run away from all of it.
I want to disappear.
I appreciate my readers.
I was offered to write on another blog to contribute.
I appreciate it.
I don't know whether to take the offer.
These are my real feelings.
I am a real girl alone in the world somewhere in California.
No one knows I exist.
I lost my job.
My world is crumbling down around me.
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