Yay, I’m feeling good today! A little guilty, ‘cause I ate stuff I wasn’t supposed to eat, but that’s ok. I’ve got another test tomorrow, so I was supposed to be studying. :(
Instead I’m listening to Boys Like Girls and looking at photos :)
So… I’ve got the flu. Witch means my voice pretty much sucks and I feel like my shoulders are against me.
Seriously, I couldn’t even go up two flights of stairs without breathing harder. What the hell?! And then I get home to find my mom waiting for me saying: Well, you have an essay to do.
May I say, I won’t even get a grade for it? GRR
AND I have chemistry test tomorrow.
Now I just lost a new episode of Make It Or Break It. :(
Looking at pictures of girls with a flat tummy, wearing the clothes I always wish I could pull off gives me the strengh to keep on loosing weight. :)
I’m so happy that, in two weeks, I managed to put on a dress I hadn’t worn for about one year because it didn’t fit me. Thank you, vegetable soup.
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I am not sick, I am not well.My quondam dreams are shot to hell.My soul is crushed, my spirit sore;I do not like me any more.
- Dorothy Parker, “Symptom Recital”
There are things I can’t tell anyone. Not my friends, nor my mom. There’s this angst deep inside I can’t bother anyone else with.
It’s not that I’m depressed, I’m just so sick of everyone.
The only friends I can talk to is someone who lives miles away. Someone I don’t even know personally. Someone I can only hope is telling me the truth about him
I don’t even have the guts to ask him if I can meet him in personal because I’m afraid he won’t be real. I’m afraid he’s a she. I’m afraid to be disappointed.
By now you’ve noticed I get afraid easily.
I just wish I could share my feelings with someone real. Not tumblr, not twitter, not my msn. Just someone who understood.