September 17, 2008
I dreamed I was in a falling lift last night. A girl from my philosophy class and I thought we'd die together; in reality we’ve never even spoken and the only reason she was there was because I’d seen her drying out her phone in the ladies earlier yesterday. And because she’s wonderfully skinny and can wear tiny jeans that still manage to look baggy on her. I comfort ate a whole lot today; for me this involves bananas, hummus, and rice cakes, yet I still feel immensely guilty. My mum says I’m in danger of becoming like my sister.