he’s a little overdramatic and graphic for me but it was enjoyable.
my roommates and boyfriend must hate me since i press snooze at least 5 times a morning. it just feels so damn good.
i’m not sure if i’ll ever get there but it’s nice to think about. too bad i fucking hate working out more than anything. the gym is such a lonely place and being lonely isn’t a good time for me. maybe i’d just need to learn to make friends at the gym or go with a gym buddy.
i haven’t seen him since i was two years old and the birthday card every five years just isn’t cutting it. but, what would i say? how would i act? would i care?
i work as a receptionist so i see new people every day and i get the chance to say hello. it’s refreshing.
i can be at my very thinnest i’ve been and i’ll still be unhappy. i could still spare 10 pounds. self image is such a frustrating part of life.