The gym sucks. Gonna stick to this yoga shit via netflix at home. Been walking my pup at least 3 miles a day. Haven’t vomited in over a week… I am doing much better than I thought I would… The only thing that sucks is pooping with the door closed.
In the morning when I wake up, there are these few seconds before I realize where I am, and then I do realize, and I can’t breathe. And I want to cry, and throw shit, and kill myself. When does that end?
Almost kissed some dude at a concert last night but realized I don’t even want to be touched by anyone for a while. This sucks.
On a lighter note I can get hob go without paying for cable now just in time for game of thrones… The new Wes Anderson movie comes out this week, things are looking up.
New house. New hair. New backyard. Getting to hang out with my friends. Not being made feel worthless every single day. I’m going to be just fine.
apparently eating a shitty mac and cheese dinner with his mom is more important to my bf (ex?) than actually spending a fun night with me. whatever dude.