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."