Apr 07, 2005 12:58
Day 5 of the fast, and day 1 of the 30 hour famine.
There's food everywhere in this stupid library, but I'm doing okay. I had a doctor's appointment just now...that woman really is as dumb as a brick, so it's hard to explain my philosophical loss...and she genuinely seems indifferent to the gravity of the fact that I've started cutting again, just like she did when I started purging again. Oh well.
Mum will probably pour V8 juice down my throat if I can't convince her that I feel really bad about something so substantial during the famine...but I think it'll be alright; the famine, on the other hand, is a flop. Oh well. Interestingly, I don't really care...about that, or about the fact that I've hardly gone to class this week, and I don't believe I've done any homework.
Man, that's not true...I do care. I vaguely care about all this stupid lack of motivation. But I'm just not motivated enough to take action. My practising is suffering, my grades are seriously suffering...but like, the conditions on my $5000+ acceptance to McGill are graduation. No maintenance of average, no nothing...just graduation. So what the hell is it all for?
THere's too much food in here, and I've got an essay to write.