Dear Die-ary...

I decided to take the advice of my 'friends' and not eat. So, so far I haven't eaten for more than 24 hours.

Wasn't that fun? I have not eaten for that amount of time... fun, no? I refused breakfast, which was surprisingly big in itself. Strangely, my parents didn't notice my abandonment of the cold... eurgh. I thought it would be bad at around lunchtime, however, it... wasn't. It was pretty easy, as I was invited to play tennis. It wasn't that easy on the courts though, because there were about 8 of us. Playing on one court. Half a court. And so, playing tennis took my mind off of everrrrrrrrything. But, I wanted to kill my PE teacher...

Heh. Those who know me would know that I HATE rounders. I don't know if Americans have rounders in their country, but it's, in a way, like baseball, but poles at the bases. There's a long history of hating rounders. First of all - the 'safety'. A ball hurtling towards you... then you have to run around the poles, with other people running around. SMASH. ("You're out!") Then, there's also the impaling fear I have. I have a fear of being impaled onto things, which is why I like, but don't like, javalin. And I had to 'guard' the second pole, and was scared of bending backwards to catch the ball, and getting impaled as I did so. There are many other reasons I hate it... I remember when I was about, ooh, 11, and we were playing rounders. I ran completely around the pitch, somehow (hoorah). But I remember... after running around... there was some sort of strange... 'dizzy' effect. I don't know how to describe it, it was just WEIRD. And this bloody dizzyness stuck around for about a month. And my teacher wouldn't believe me, because she hated my guts anyway. That same teacher, whom I told I was being bullied, replied that it was my fault I was being bullied, and punished me for my 'ignorance'. ("Remember kids, tell me if you're being bullied!") ANYWAY, ANYWAY... more reasons. Last year, I think it was, I was sealed in a tent-like area, filled with over 60 plastics, playing rounders. Screaming their heads off like there was no tomorrow. And, yet again, if you knew me, you would know that loud noises make me dizzy, YET AGAIN. Heh, I had to be sent to the changing rooms. Death is fun. So, there has been a history of bad experiences of rounders. Another pointer is the running... last year, again, there was another experience. I was runnin', and runnin', and... I let the team down. I let them down again, when I didn't catch the ball. The same 'friend' who told me to be anorexic (well, one of them), lectured me about how 'bloody useless' I am.

I hate her... I hate her now. I hope some random mental patient comes and murders her and burns her body, so there is no trace. If that did happen, I wouldn't care. I wouldn't even bother looking for her missing self.

So, anyway, about the rounders... I refused to bat. AND I got away with it. But everyone else thinks I'm 'bloody useless' again, and can't do anything right. When I was asked about it, they said that I WILL improve on my batting. It has nothing to do with that. Oh, the ignorance of the truth!

One thing, before I close. My parents are, and are not, concerned about my sudden wish to not eat. And, my Dad has plagorised my theory. This theory is that the more friends you have, the more stupid you are. My theory! Not his! And so, he does not want me to talk to any people that I consider a friend anymore, as they are a bad influence on me.

You heard it here first, folks.

And I still ain't eating.

# Bobbin slithered back into the shadows at 8:53 PM