My birthday is next week. I've gained weight and my clothes don't fit. My mother had my cat put down without bothering to ask my permission. The boy I like is dating my enemy. My stalker is trying to throw a surprise party for me. My supposed best friends are getting tired of my ever continuing trend of self destruction and are pulling away. I hate my job more than ever. I want to leave this town but I don't have a way to escape and I know all this will just follow me wherever I run to.