Well, I'm not pregnant. Started my period today just after I'd done a pregnancy test.
Was kind of relieved and disappointed. I was getting ready to be all happy and shit.
Anyway, went to visit a girl I went to school with. Was nice.
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Tuesday, January 03, 2012
Monday, January 02, 2012
Choose a miracle
While I'm feeling a little courageous and not crippled by anxiety I came up with a few things. I want fake boobs. I thought I'd get bigger boobs if I get fat, well I'm fat and my boobs are still small. Not happening, for the rest of my life. At one point I will do something about it. I don't mind the rest of ym fat body... if only everything was in propoprtion, the boobs are the only things that "stick out" cause they're so small.
Yeah and I cannot wait til summer. I don't want winter anymore, I had enough of snow last year... oh and how I hope and hope and hope the anxiety would just FUCK OFF FOREVER! It gets in the way of everything. My mother wants me to see a psychologist but I don't. I don't wanna talk about the bloody thing anymore.
I better not be pregnant
Okay, my period is five days late. I better not be pregnant.
Sunday, January 01, 2012
What went down yesterday?
What went down yesterday?
So I was wearing my pink flowery pj bottoms and a pink tank top and everyone had something to say about the outfit. It wasn't appropriate cause you could see too much flesh and it looked too much like underwear.
So I put on a dress that my mother suggested. Since I've gained so much weight it was very tight and short, so it was a no go again.
I ended up witht he same pj bottoms and a white tank top.
Yeah and then we had an argument with my mum's man. He said karaoke and parody were the same thing. Wherever he got that idea from.
Yeah and around twelve o'clock then... we had a little firework ourselves. Mother's man had these old army thingies..like from the '60s and they fell down real quick and were burning on the ground. Was scary.
No new year resolutions.
So I was wearing my pink flowery pj bottoms and a pink tank top and everyone had something to say about the outfit. It wasn't appropriate cause you could see too much flesh and it looked too much like underwear.
So I put on a dress that my mother suggested. Since I've gained so much weight it was very tight and short, so it was a no go again.
I ended up witht he same pj bottoms and a white tank top.
Yeah and then we had an argument with my mum's man. He said karaoke and parody were the same thing. Wherever he got that idea from.
Yeah and around twelve o'clock then... we had a little firework ourselves. Mother's man had these old army thingies..like from the '60s and they fell down real quick and were burning on the ground. Was scary.
No new year resolutions.
Friday, December 30, 2011
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