Fourteen more days.
Fourteen more days, and I'm out - out of high school, out of my little town of South Park. Seventeen years, and yet it still doesn't make sense.
But tonight, nothing makes sense.
I'm at a horrible in-between stage. Not quite a college girl, but I feel as though I've severed all my ties with high school. What is my hair doing? I should have left it long. This shirt doesn't look right, I look frumpy.
Why can't I walk down the hallway without comparing?
Kelly, I thought I was supposed to be better!
The screams just keep getting louder...
I ate pizza tonight, and I'm not mad. Nor do I feel guilty. Just, hopeless.
"You're at a normal weight, Lisa.
But you're certainly not in remission."