Variety is the spice of life.
Gah, Wednesday never sounded better. Just gotta get through one more day. I can make it.
I haven't been feeling so good about myself. I'm at the point where it hurts to look at myself in the mirror. Seriously, there are times when I feel physically ill... only for a minute or two, ya know, like the initial shock, then I get over it... but my mood just completely plumments.
I know it's because I've been literally inactive for months. For most girls, their boobs tend to get in the way. For me, it's my protruding beer belly. That stupid pouch of flab right under my navel, grr. I've got to push myself. It's really fucking with my emotions.
I haven't heard from Jacob in two days. I wonder if he even misses me anymore. Our relationship is getting really messy. I wish he would stop being so stubborn, or whatever the hell it is that's bothering him. I'm tired of caving, crawling. I'm starting to get the hint that he's just not that into it anymore. It's understandable, I've put him through a lot. I don't think he'll ever feel the same way about me as he once did. Maybe that's what's eating at him. I just don't care for all these childish games we play. It drains me.
What else, what else..
Umm, I've been going out a bit more lately. Havin' fun and losing sleep. It's been good seeing some of my friends, and hearing from others. Like how wonderful it was catching up with Christina, Mike, and Kristi the other night. You guys rock my world.
I kinda regret not going to Hot Import Nights when they stopped in Chicago, so now I wanna be all crazy and try to catch one of the remaining shows. Wheeeee.
The Halloween weekend is right around the corner. I don't even remember what I did last year, so it must've been lame. We'll hafta make up for it. I have yet to decide, but is anyone dressing up?
I haven't been feeling so good about myself. I'm at the point where it hurts to look at myself in the mirror. Seriously, there are times when I feel physically ill... only for a minute or two, ya know, like the initial shock, then I get over it... but my mood just completely plumments.
I know it's because I've been literally inactive for months. For most girls, their boobs tend to get in the way. For me, it's my protruding beer belly. That stupid pouch of flab right under my navel, grr. I've got to push myself. It's really fucking with my emotions.
I haven't heard from Jacob in two days. I wonder if he even misses me anymore. Our relationship is getting really messy. I wish he would stop being so stubborn, or whatever the hell it is that's bothering him. I'm tired of caving, crawling. I'm starting to get the hint that he's just not that into it anymore. It's understandable, I've put him through a lot. I don't think he'll ever feel the same way about me as he once did. Maybe that's what's eating at him. I just don't care for all these childish games we play. It drains me.
What else, what else..
Umm, I've been going out a bit more lately. Havin' fun and losing sleep. It's been good seeing some of my friends, and hearing from others. Like how wonderful it was catching up with Christina, Mike, and Kristi the other night. You guys rock my world.
I kinda regret not going to Hot Import Nights when they stopped in Chicago, so now I wanna be all crazy and try to catch one of the remaining shows. Wheeeee.
The Halloween weekend is right around the corner. I don't even remember what I did last year, so it must've been lame. We'll hafta make up for it. I have yet to decide, but is anyone dressing up?