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STEPHANIE
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March 13, 2005, 9 PM
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I was such a mess, it wasn't even funny. I hated myself, I hated Trisha, I hated Danny, and I hated Tyler. After Danny took away my keys, I planned something murderous, but then I saw myself in the mirror, and for a few seconds, I couldn't breathe. Danny was right, I realized in astonishment. I looked like hell. My face was so bony that I looked like the incarnation of Death. My size zero jeans were loosely hanging off my non-existent hips, and my chest was beyond flat. I don't remember the rest of that night too well. I remember how I pulled all the pills that Tyler was giving me very generously the last couple of weeks out of my drawer, and I threw them into the toilet. Then, I think I took a very long hot
