I sat there on my bed seven year later anorexic, bulimic, drunk, and ready to cut my self like I always am. I look at the picture and start to cry, for Soda, Pony,Two-bitts, Dally, Darry, Johnny, and Steve. I miss them so much I just can't take it anymore. I only have two options: death or 1965, I'm 22 now.

The things that have changed is, I'm a cutter again. I'm a model, I have eating disorder, I'm an alcoholic, I'm depressed, and I've had six drug relapse. I think it's because of the Greasers I miss them do much! I wish I never left but, I did and now I have to live with it or, I can do the other thing did I forget to mention I'm suicidal now. Yeah my life has gotten worse.