Robotussin.
I am sick. Finally out of the entire year. But I'm not enjoying it at all. Every time I cough, it feels like I'm going to throw up. I think there is something going around maybe. Because Al and Kaela are sick...or were.
Oh well. I made my mother take me to get a new dress. It took 20 dresses to just find one. At first I was trying on lady's 4's and smalls and they were too huge so they sent me to juniors 3's. Hey, if they want to flatter me with smaller sizes, go ahead. Especailly since my goal weight seems to be failing me at the moment. Or I seem to be failing my goal weight. It's the tough part of your brain that says you need food, eeeaaat, when you are trying not to. Fun. So I'm stuck with the gut and fat on my thighs, cankles, and (arm)ors to be seen. It makes me feel so self conscious. Especailly with Greg, since he is the only one who sees me naked.
He's worrying me. Not exactly answering his phone when I call. So when he dissapears at 3 in the morning and I cant find him or he goes to hang out with Joe and ends up staying out for 7 hours and returning at 10 in the morning, it leaves me worrying.
Oh well, at least I think we are still good.
I need my mother's useless boyfriend to get the fuck off his ass and sell my shit. I do kind of need money for x-mas. He was suppose to do this last month. I dont know where she is going with him.
Great news; Joanie is no longer with my brother which means her shit is out of my/brother's room. Which means more room and no more nasty bitch. It's sad when you rather have your brother date one of his ex's that you absolutely despised rather than the one he is with now. But I rather his girlfriend cheat on him than use him to get an apartment and be a father to her child until his gets out of jail.
Oh well. I made my mother take me to get a new dress. It took 20 dresses to just find one. At first I was trying on lady's 4's and smalls and they were too huge so they sent me to juniors 3's. Hey, if they want to flatter me with smaller sizes, go ahead. Especailly since my goal weight seems to be failing me at the moment. Or I seem to be failing my goal weight. It's the tough part of your brain that says you need food, eeeaaat, when you are trying not to. Fun. So I'm stuck with the gut and fat on my thighs, cankles, and (arm)ors to be seen. It makes me feel so self conscious. Especailly with Greg, since he is the only one who sees me naked.
He's worrying me. Not exactly answering his phone when I call. So when he dissapears at 3 in the morning and I cant find him or he goes to hang out with Joe and ends up staying out for 7 hours and returning at 10 in the morning, it leaves me worrying.
Oh well, at least I think we are still good.
I need my mother's useless boyfriend to get the fuck off his ass and sell my shit. I do kind of need money for x-mas. He was suppose to do this last month. I dont know where she is going with him.
Great news; Joanie is no longer with my brother which means her shit is out of my/brother's room. Which means more room and no more nasty bitch. It's sad when you rather have your brother date one of his ex's that you absolutely despised rather than the one he is with now. But I rather his girlfriend cheat on him than use him to get an apartment and be a father to her child until his gets out of jail.