Sneeky dees with matthew, bye.
March 2012
I came home to my mom telling me in excitement that she bought all these weight loss pills for me. I was just getting better, and feeling comfortable. Now I just feel like complete gross shit.
I guess people think its a joke because I care so much. That’s fucking great to know you have friends who disrespect me like that.
I feel weak and heavy, another morning of tears.
Okay, listening to jay z while doing my addictions homework.
I’m going to be 20 in about 12 days.
I don’t know how many more days I can take of waking up in the morning with a headache from crying myself to sleep. My body can’t take these rise and falls of emotion night after night. Finding out I’m the reason because of everything that is going wrong doesn’t make myself proud of anything, and makes me want to do nothing.
I think I’m going to stay in tonight and just pack up all my clothes and movies.
Now I’m off to sit in a class for 3 hours and stare at InDesign and try not to cry.
I dont want to be sad anymore.
