I'm back. Kinda.
I'm back .
I've been busy working out over the summer and have lost around 50 pounds.
I also realized that I want to play guitar again.
Today was one weird fucking day. It was sad as hell and I have no clue why.
I woke up, at around 10:00. My dad asked if I wanted to go to breakfast, and I said no. Went to fridge, got a piece of chicken breast , and warmed it up in the microwave. Put some barbecue on it, and ate it. It was swell. I also had a vitamin I took with no water that got stuck in my throat.
I got dressed for the gym, and I knew I wasn’t feeling right. I sat it my bed and was watching MTV’s made. I told myself I was not going to throw up.
I got up, went in the bathroom, and threw up.
I NEVER throw up. It was weird.
Then I called my parents and told them what happened, then I went to the gym.
I had a breakthrough. I had realized something, but I didn’t know what it was. There was also this horrible sense of impending doom hanging over me. I was depressed as crap for a while.
I was feeling pretty weird the whole time, I kept tripping out and hearing things. It was a great workout though. I must say.
I'm beginning to find myself. I also felt very creative.
Now, I’m sitting here, waiting to go to the mall. A sense of warmness fills my body. Feels like I’m on an opiate.
Hope I don't throw up again, I want some cereal.
---This was today
---This is yesterday.
Ian came over. We went out in the forest , and then we came back in. Grilled some chicken and ate dinner. I sat with my parents, and they said i didnt look right.They told me to take off my glasses, and they said my eyes looked sunken in.
Mom:Are you high?
Me:Yes , mom, I am.
Mom:Ok. :)
Then me and ian went in my room and put on the strobe light and coverered my tv and vibed to pink floyd. My dad thought we were getting high, too. We wern't. I swear.
Thats it. I might update now, i might update later. Who cares.
I've been busy working out over the summer and have lost around 50 pounds.
I also realized that I want to play guitar again.
Today was one weird fucking day. It was sad as hell and I have no clue why.
I woke up, at around 10:00. My dad asked if I wanted to go to breakfast, and I said no. Went to fridge, got a piece of chicken breast , and warmed it up in the microwave. Put some barbecue on it, and ate it. It was swell. I also had a vitamin I took with no water that got stuck in my throat.
I got dressed for the gym, and I knew I wasn’t feeling right. I sat it my bed and was watching MTV’s made. I told myself I was not going to throw up.
I got up, went in the bathroom, and threw up.
I NEVER throw up. It was weird.
Then I called my parents and told them what happened, then I went to the gym.
I had a breakthrough. I had realized something, but I didn’t know what it was. There was also this horrible sense of impending doom hanging over me. I was depressed as crap for a while.
I was feeling pretty weird the whole time, I kept tripping out and hearing things. It was a great workout though. I must say.
I'm beginning to find myself. I also felt very creative.
Now, I’m sitting here, waiting to go to the mall. A sense of warmness fills my body. Feels like I’m on an opiate.
Hope I don't throw up again, I want some cereal.
---This was today
---This is yesterday.
Ian came over. We went out in the forest , and then we came back in. Grilled some chicken and ate dinner. I sat with my parents, and they said i didnt look right.They told me to take off my glasses, and they said my eyes looked sunken in.
Mom:Are you high?
Me:Yes , mom, I am.
Mom:Ok. :)
Then me and ian went in my room and put on the strobe light and coverered my tv and vibed to pink floyd. My dad thought we were getting high, too. We wern't. I swear.
Thats it. I might update now, i might update later. Who cares.