January 2009
11 posts
burned finger
i’m glad my friends always think i’m intoxicated when i’m not. it feels so freaking fantastic. you know, and it’s not like they ask me once, and let it go. no, they have to keep asking and keep doubting what i’m saying. if i was drunk i’d fucking tell you if you asked! it’s just so frustrating and hurtful.
on another note:
dear hormones,
i hate you....
believe
tonight i met a boy. he was cute, he talked to me, and i have a feeling that he was pretty much into me. i hope he accepts my facebook!
also, i met the lead singer of valencia, shane, and he is a truly inspiring person.
“At the end of the day, we always need a reason to believe”
– Valencia
end of the day
vomitting my stomach contents up seems so appetizing right now. i can’t bring myself to do it though. i’m just very mad at myself for probably eating over 2000 calories. it makes me feel so low. gahhhhh.
i want know what everyone knows
i miss cd’s that aren’t so old, but that i haven’t listened to in a while
i miss the summer and walking around in warmth
i hate how my hair never looks good. it’s either frizzy or flat.
i hate how i still look fat.
i hate how i ate today, i’m going to try to not eat for the rest of the day.
i can’t wait for this school year to be over
i’m...
I used to be so dykey and fat. ew.
it's just a calendar day.
i’m only telling my honest opinions and feelings and thoughts on here. no lies, no sugar coating things. this blog is for me to be real.
looking good has never been so hard. i’m finally working to get down to a skinny size, for the first time in my life, and it’s incredibly hard. like, i’m eating about 1100 callories a day now, and don’t get me wrong i’m full...
here we go again
starting a new website, electonically challanged.
struggling with my weight, no matter how hard i search i can’t see any difference. no matter how much i say, i can’t believe there’s been any difference.
need a boyfriend, need some acne medication, need a life. NEED THE SAT’S TO BE OVER ALREADY, and they’ve barely even begun.
wish my hair was long again, oh well....
