Get it right FREAK!!!
I've degraded to calling myself names.
Bah I am sick sick sick of failure. NO MORE!!! It ends now. I broke and ate today. Dont know what it was, but now I am sicker than hell. >.<
Im bound to succeed again. I know I can, I just dont know how to get this success out of me, and prove to myself.
I am making a list of things to do tomorrow so I won't feel like I am worthless:
ALL my laundry
Clean my room totally
Get some sort of workout (Katie is coming over to play in the snow with me =P I know we are juvenile)
Get another sort of workout
and if I have it in me:
Do a lesson on my VLA homeschooling stuffs.
Oh yeah and NOT EAT!!!! Since tomorrow is gonna be active, I will drink any clear liquid, but I do not have any intentions on eating, and I want to dilute everything with sugar that I drink (i.e. juice, or our premade iced tea.)
*sigh* I am really missing the old Cassy. =( It's such a long and complicated story, but she and I were best best friends for years, always attached at the hip, and she just . . . became more and more immature for some reason. Girl has issues. She can't even get over her own ultra petty little problems to face reality. =( I wish I had the old Cassy back. *see poem prior to previous entry*
As always, comments are appreciated.
Bah I am sick sick sick of failure. NO MORE!!! It ends now. I broke and ate today. Dont know what it was, but now I am sicker than hell. >.<
Im bound to succeed again. I know I can, I just dont know how to get this success out of me, and prove to myself.
I am making a list of things to do tomorrow so I won't feel like I am worthless:
ALL my laundry
Clean my room totally
Get some sort of workout (Katie is coming over to play in the snow with me =P I know we are juvenile)
Get another sort of workout
and if I have it in me:
Do a lesson on my VLA homeschooling stuffs.
Oh yeah and NOT EAT!!!! Since tomorrow is gonna be active, I will drink any clear liquid, but I do not have any intentions on eating, and I want to dilute everything with sugar that I drink (i.e. juice, or our premade iced tea.)
*sigh* I am really missing the old Cassy. =( It's such a long and complicated story, but she and I were best best friends for years, always attached at the hip, and she just . . . became more and more immature for some reason. Girl has issues. She can't even get over her own ultra petty little problems to face reality. =( I wish I had the old Cassy back. *see poem prior to previous entry*
As always, comments are appreciated.