So, the end of another day. I'm going to actually go to sleep before midnight. A whole hour to blabber on here about my shit. Full summary of food intake: an apple, a pastry with sausage inside, a couple mouthfuls of chicken, two small potatoes, and half of a small pizza. Not too bad.

And I wrote to a friend today. I tried to think about why I feel like shit, and I think it's because I'm lonely. And I don't feel like I have a home. Group is the closest thing, to be honest. That's the thing I think of when I think of returning to familiar things. And I'm okay with that right now.

I'd fucking love to have some real friends and a home. But I don't really know how to go about that. I think I'm going to try some fooling around on the internet and the fooling around in real life will wait for getting back.

Hey, I've been doing this eating thing for three days now. I'm actually impressed. Israel should be easier again because there's sort of a lack of good sweets. Plus I bought four apples and some raspberries today. Lots of fruit to eat when I get cravings. Trying not to fixate on fantasies of mint milanos. They're delicious. Ugh. No more. Only healthy food.

And I didn't go to a bar and drink some rum and smoke some cigarettes tonight. I was seriously thinking about it. It's hard here. I'm sick of my parents. And I don't have any friends. And there isn't any place to call home.