update on life
I weight 163. I'm a size 9. I've lost 40 pounds since freshman year. And eating is grossing me out. Now that the ED shit is out of the way.
I got fired, my ex-manager is a cunt, now I'm broke, yaddah yaddah, gotta get a new job. Whatevs. Pretty sick of telling the story, even though it's borderline funny. If you wanna know it, just holler and I'll tell it.
And I'm dating the Internet, now, apparently.
And I'm going flower-picking after school. Flower-picking meaning scouring through fields with my friend's boyfriend to find smokable plants. Lmfao. Oh, the situations I get myself into.
I also have GAD. General anxiety disorder. Which is lovely. Apparently it's like the umpteenth genetic thing my mum, her mum, and I share. Well yay.
Uhhh yeah. That's it. Basically. Life sucks. Woohoo.
I got fired, my ex-manager is a cunt, now I'm broke, yaddah yaddah, gotta get a new job. Whatevs. Pretty sick of telling the story, even though it's borderline funny. If you wanna know it, just holler and I'll tell it.
And I'm dating the Internet, now, apparently.
And I'm going flower-picking after school. Flower-picking meaning scouring through fields with my friend's boyfriend to find smokable plants. Lmfao. Oh, the situations I get myself into.
I also have GAD. General anxiety disorder. Which is lovely. Apparently it's like the umpteenth genetic thing my mum, her mum, and I share. Well yay.
Uhhh yeah. That's it. Basically. Life sucks. Woohoo.