July 15, 1982

THURSDAY 5:50 P.M.

I am so depressed! Yes again. Again, once again I am infinitely depressed. I feel like my mother doesn’t like me. Excuse me. Feel like she doesn’t love me, like she hates me. My God, my mother hates me. That is the worst feeling in the world. I feel like shit. I’ve eaten so much today. Now I wish I could never eat again. I hate myself when I eat like this. When I don’t eat, I feel good when…