




yesterday was a terrible terrible day.
i had to say goodbye to my best friends of 4 years. i know ill see them again. but it wont be the same. i wont be living with them. or around them.
i had to say goodbye to new orleans. the city changes you. it haunts you and stays with you and once youve lived there, youll never forget it.
i made the 11+ hour drive home. alone. got a ticket.
had a rediculous panic attack when i came home to realize my mother had moved my room into my brothers room (half the size of my room at school) but kept all my furniture so the result was an extremely claustrophobic space with old lady decoration. it was then i realized that i wasnt home. new orleans was my home. my room there was decorated by me. full of windows and space that i loved. i am not home. im in limbo. i couldnt stop hysterically crying/hyperventilating so i took a vicodin that i had saved. called the boy (it was like 5 in the morning london time) who was amazing and listened until the pill kicked in. then i went to sleep.
today i feel better. i had my mom take out old furniture that i didnt need to open up the room, i moved in ALL of my shit and organized it. AND even tho yesterday was a binge day, i weighed 119.5lbs this morning.
also at least i wont be here for long. i bought my tickets for my trip to london (the boy is splitting it) so theres two weeks out of my summer here. and i move to med school in late july. so its not so bad i suppose.


























