Just a note that the following is a journal entry that I found. The feelings portrayed in it are now just a distant memory. I have only my friends to thank, for bringing me back to life.
"When I look in the mirror, I don't see myself. It's like I stare but I don't see Lauren staring back. And it hurts. It hurts to know that I can't even see myself. I am empty. My eyes droop, my smile sags, and my skin is colorless. So when someone looks at me I know what they're looking at: a body. They still think it's me. I respond as that girl in the mirror. You may call her Lauren, but Lauren's not home anymore. She left, and I have no idea how to get a hold of her. I miss her. No one else seems to search for her though. And I am afraid that I'm not good enough for her return. I'm scared that if no one starts searching she may never come back."
03/03/06
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