So today's the first day of Ramadhan in 2011. August 1, it is. Which happened to be, my 14th birthday. I'm not so sure whether im lucky to have my birthday today or the other way 'round. But for me, it sucks because it's not as same as it's supposed to be.
Today sucked. I swear it did. All i did was, cry. And cry. And overdose. And made myself feel high. Took tons of Prozac. 28 pills, 20mg each. So total i took 560mg in a day. Again. Did that once, got myself admitted into the emergency ward. But now i feel like dying. I know, i know, i sound so dramatic now. But you just dont get what im going through right now. I thought i already recovered from my depression and anorexia, but i guess i was wrong. I AM STILL HAVING THEM. Just that, i dont look that i do have them. Outside, i seem to be happy and all that but when im alone, no one sees me cry.
I am feeling a lil' bit drowsy and i feel like vomiting. Hopefully i'd be dead by tomorrow but whatever. Ciao.
