My Best Bitch

Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I've just been so tired.
Yesterday was definitely not my greatest. I can't even remember how many chocolate covered granola bars I had. So today I'm fasting, which should be pretty easy 'cause it's a Friday, plus my mom is working late and my sister doesn't come home til late. I might fast tomorrow too. I've gotten a really good boost of motivation in the form of anger. One of my best friends (who we'll call Sherry) really got under my skin.
We were walking home from school and I was talking about going running. Sherry and I sometimes go running together, and somehow we get on the topic of our last run around our school's track. She was harking on me saying I was the worst runner and how I could only run a hundred metres before getting tired, which is sooooo not true. I ran 13 laps around our oval, which is a little over 4 kilometres, while she ran only 5. I might be PMSing (although I doubt that; I haven't gotten my period since beginning of July) but I feel like ripping her freckled face off just thinking about it! She was being a serious bitch.
But I think she might have a problem too. In our last class today she was saying how she felt like she was going to pass out. Seeing as I once felt like that, and sometimes do, I asked her if she had eaten that day, and she said no; she doesn't like eating around people.
But maybe I'm wrong. I've seen her eat nothing but junk food. If it was just us, I would've asked her if she's ok and maybe we wouldn't have to be alone.

I will make myself post tomorrow. Ciao!