i hate my life
god. i am having the worst time. there is this lady who's telling me why i do certain shit and why i want to. for example, she says that i go to this one certain AA meeting just to meet the guys and look at them. that's so not the case. i mean, there's TONS of hot guys there and shit, but i have a guy in mind, and i like that meeting for the speakers too. geez i just don't like people putting words in my mouth. it's frustrating. so i have been straighting my hair now that i can do it on my own. its chill. i love it straight better than curly. and then, i came out of my room and she tells me, "brett, starting monday, were all going to eat riight, even me. we are going to write down what we eat and what we dont and then she patted my stomach, and i was wearing a wife beater so i was really uncomfortable and she made me feel fat and i wanted to cry. and then this girl asked why and i was glad she did. life justr sucks, and i rather be hanging out with this guy i've been chatting to named adam. this lady also told me i couldn't get tatoos or piercings. and i'm 18. anyway, peace out.