I hate feeling fat. I hate feeling anxious. I hate being stressed. For the past week the only thing I’ve wanted to do is purge. It’s so fucking hard not to.
I’ve been sick for the past few days, and my grandparents asked me if I were pregnant. WTF NO
I haven’t felt this bad in awhile. I’m sinking back into the sadness that I’ve fought with for months. Where is my life going? I just want someone to hold me and tell me everything is going to be okay.
I just took my last final for this semester. I’m also moving out of my dorm and back home today, which is somewhat upsetting. I like being on my own. I like having freedom. I only plan to stay at home until mid July because I’m getting an apartment. I’m really excited and optimistic for the upcoming months. I hope this summer can top the last.
When you’re in love with someone, who’s in love with someone else, but they used to love you, and sometimes you think they still do, but you’re not forsure anymore, and to make matters even worse this person lives miles and miles away..
So I had court yesterday. I got 6 months of probation, 20 hours of community service, and I have to get evaluated to make sure I don’t have a drug/alcohol problem. Plus court costs & fines.
At least I didn’t go to jail.
I also don’t understand how everyone I fall in love with gets tired of me or loves someone else. Fuck. I’ll stop with my rants now.