Hello

So I'm just starting this as a way to cope with how I feel. It's been going on for months, now. I hate it.

I know that this is some blog that no one will probably read, but I don't care. My best friends told me that I need to get all of my feelings out, because they worry about me. None of what we're going through is good or healthy, so here it goes.

My name is Elizabeth Jayne Rosenthal. I'm 21 years old, born May 11, and I have no clue what my bloodtype is. Probably O. I'm a major in anthropology, I have a cat named Lunagirl and for the most part life is awesome. Well, was. It was awesome. Now, it's all surreal.

I was 5 years old when I met Catherine Marie Moore at Victor Montée Daycare Center. I barely remember my babyhood, but I remember meeting her. She toddled up to me and told me that I had the nicest, longest hair she had ever seen. When I was young, I had very, very long hair, down to my thighs. I wish I never cut it. We started talking about little things that I can't remember, and not soon we were inseparable. I remember that she was the one who started the whole 'Rapunzel' nickname.

Catherine would play with my hair and tell me that I was the fairest in the land. We would have so many playdates and sleepovers together, each and every one of them precious to me. We didn't have many friends other than each other due to us being branded 'weirdos'.

We stayed together even through elementary school, where I finally met lifelong friends, who in turn became hers. In order, I met Rebecca Schellen, Naomi Hertz, Florence Eichel and Vivian Laub. They are the ones who thought it would be a good idea to start this thing. I never doubted them once.

I'll continue another day. I need to sleep.