Monday, February 21, 2011

I am the definintion of failure.

I've been eating like an absolute FAT PERSON that I am. No excuses. I went up two pounds. AT the same time I'm so depressed but on the other hand....what does it matter? Not like I'll be able to work it off because my mothers is a freakin HAWK.

I can't even. I'm pathetiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiic and worthless. I can't help but thinking it over and over in my mind. I was looking at some old photos of myself and........I can't even explain it. I'm crying and I can't stop. Tonight I'm crying myself to sleep again, slowly cooing myself back into my darkness.

1 comment:

  1. you should write more volume when you feel like this,
    first off it's very therapeutic
    and second it is beautiful to read.