June 20
I finally
found my photo for photography. When I went to art therapy my frog had sagged
because of the humidity outside. While painting it I realized it kinda looked
like a face, a old women face. I was lucky I had my camera with me. I guess
in the future I’ll look like a saggy piece of clay.
For
breakfast we had a chicken biscuit and fried apples. Janna watched me closely
during the whole meal. She said something to me about not cutting up my food as
I smashed up my apple slices into small chucks. We had pizza for lunch which
sucked. I used to eat a whole pizza in thirty minutes and then run to the
bathroom. Dad would chastise me for eating so much so fast but he never
realized the real reason the food was coming back up.
If they
don’t stop serving us so much fatty foods and carbs then I’ll end up like Mary
Jo. Speaking of Mary Jo we have been talking a lot more. She’s angry at the
world right now. She blames Bryant’s for causing her to purge. I feel angry at
Dad for making me come here.
I received a
letter today from Dad. He said in the letter that he was only making me stay
here for my health. He also said he was praying for me and so was the other
pastors.
Sweet
words, that’s all it is.
While sitting
in art therapy I tried to gag myself by closing off my throat. It only made my
stomach hurt, it never made me throw up.
Because I
wasn’t able to I just pat attention on my work. As I was painting my figurine I
was flooded with memories. Doing craft reminds me of me and my sister’s time in
summer church camps. My sister, Morana, was five years older then me so our
crafts were always different. I would always come home crying afraid that she
did better then me.
Morana would calmly explain age difference, but that was
hard to understand at eight. My last year ever going to church camp was when I
was 10, the year Morana died.