It’s hard to think that only maybe a year ago I wished I weighed less, but now I wish I weighed the same I did then. I feel like a… cow, a pig, a beached whale. I feel like there’s nothing I can do about it, but of course there is, but I just can’t do that. I love food too much. And my mom’s a whore and can’t stop buying all this fattening junk that she doesn’t need, and I end up eating it. What, is she trying to fatten me up more? I need self-control; I can’t quench my hunger though, without eating a Kit Kat or… a piece of bread… I’m too picky about the healthy stuff, because I despise apples even with a hint of a bruise on them, because I just can’t stand the taste. Is it really my fault my taste buds are whacked? I’m probably going to end up have diabetes like my mom, or having a few heart attacks when I’m older. Great. I don’t even get much exercise. I hate being the way that I am. It’s unacceptable for me.
Too much college stuff going on. I’m not ready for it dammit. I don’t even know what I want to go into, much less what college I want to go too. It’s happening to fast, how come we don’t get enough time? It’s crap. It’s complete crap.
I sure feel like complaining today, don’t I?
I asked Jared if he could ask Rockboy when he would decide to start talking to me again. I felt kind of childish asking him, but he sees him everyday. I just want to talk to him again, is that so bad?
I’m getting really tired of my life… and my friends that I hang out with at lunch who aren’t really my friends. But what else is there for me to do? I just should live with it; I can’t stand any more changes and trying to fit in… even though I’m still trying to do just that. Who wants to be my new friend?
♥Norie
×Hates×
Violence. Drugs. Alcohol. Insecurity. Summer. Annoying people.