If I worry about what people think of me… Then I’m just wastign my time.
And besides, am I really that vain and conceited to think that those people will spend a minute or even a second thinking about me?
I’m pretty sure they have other things they think about as well.. So… Maybe, yeah, I should just stop worrying..
Well… today was a fail. There was a party that I was dragged to and well yeah, I ate. Plenty of food. It was catered you see and I just couldn’t stop myself… this is gonna take longer than I thought. HMm.
I currently weigh 8 stones and 6 ppunds and I am unhappy. I’m short and fat. I’m 5 foot 2.
It’s so annoying!
No junk foods tomorrow… that’d also help with my spots :P
I always feel like everyone is looking at me when I’m walking down the street or as I’m talking I’m worried that I’ll say the wrong thing. It’s so difficult worrying… but why do I worry?
Day 1 started great and from that morning onwards everything just went downhill… FAIL!
Day 2, on the other hand, started terribly but somehow I managed to get everything I needed one.. What on earth is happening?
It is such a difficult thing to do, and I’ve learnt that to keep a habit you must do something for 21 days… 3 weeks. But I can do this! yeah!
Well, I wouldn’t call it an addiction…. because it sounds way too harsh to call it that. It’s just that I LOVE going online. Even though I have no purpose to. I’ll have nothing to do but I will actually remain online until I find something to do.
So from now on: I will only use the computer when I need to do my homework and only spend 1 hour for free time.
Day 1 starts tomorrow! :)
I’m a College student and yet I have not grasped being organized and shizz like that… It’s frustrating.
DAY! starts tomorrow. YAY! :D
I’m the eldest of four, and yet I seem to be the spoilt brat. Well, okay, fine, I AM the spoilt brat. Everything has to be done MY way or trouble is stirred… which is why I want to learn to appreciate my parents. I do respect them but there are times in which I slip up because I’m annoyed because they don’t do something the way I want them do it. I love my parents, I really do, but I hardly tell them.
I really want to appreciate my parents and let them know this.