i do know that i like walnuts.
well.
well. well.
hear this.
crap.
i woke up at 8:45 when i need to be at work at 9:30. (leave the house at 9) but. i got ready in 20 minutes (includes washing my hair) and drove fast so i got there on time.
when i got there i got myself some chik-fil-a. i ate it. i opened the store. and then i spent the next 2.5 hours in the back. my stomach made me want to cry so i did the worst thing ever and stuck my finger down my throat because i knew getting something out would make me feel better. sooo yeah. i threw up 3 times. almost fainted. greyed out a couple times. (almost completely black) GUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. and then finally was like "ok im not getting better so im going to say a little prayer and hope i make it home" so i went home. i do feel better now. mainly because theres nothing in my stomach anymore.
this has taught me two things.
1. i dont ever ever ever ever want to become bulemic. making myself throw had to be on the top of my list of really crappy feelings. seriously guys. dont do it.
2. umm. i cant remember? some silly azn just distracted me about getting tore.
3. oh yeah. this is good. because now i wont buy chik-fil-a for breakfast anymore and waste money. because i know what it tastes like coming back up.
sorry for this section being so graphic.
moving on.
i got my camera.
i dont even want to talk about it because i cant describe how excited i am.
just know that im excited.
i feel.
i feel.
i feel like a morning star. not really quite opposite. i feel bad. im a little lost. at what im doing with myself. and i have a terrible feeling in my stomach. not from being sick. i need to figure shit out. by myself. i need spend time on myself. do i feel like a bitch? yes. excuse the language.
doesnt that sound goofy? "i need to find myself" that sounds really goofy.
am i scurred?
yes.
i dont know whats going to happen.
and thats scurry.
i do know that i like walnuts.
sigh.
help.
kbye.
well. well.
hear this.
crap.
i woke up at 8:45 when i need to be at work at 9:30. (leave the house at 9) but. i got ready in 20 minutes (includes washing my hair) and drove fast so i got there on time.
when i got there i got myself some chik-fil-a. i ate it. i opened the store. and then i spent the next 2.5 hours in the back. my stomach made me want to cry so i did the worst thing ever and stuck my finger down my throat because i knew getting something out would make me feel better. sooo yeah. i threw up 3 times. almost fainted. greyed out a couple times. (almost completely black) GUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. and then finally was like "ok im not getting better so im going to say a little prayer and hope i make it home" so i went home. i do feel better now. mainly because theres nothing in my stomach anymore.
this has taught me two things.
1. i dont ever ever ever ever want to become bulemic. making myself throw had to be on the top of my list of really crappy feelings. seriously guys. dont do it.
2. umm. i cant remember? some silly azn just distracted me about getting tore.
3. oh yeah. this is good. because now i wont buy chik-fil-a for breakfast anymore and waste money. because i know what it tastes like coming back up.
sorry for this section being so graphic.
moving on.
i got my camera.
i dont even want to talk about it because i cant describe how excited i am.
just know that im excited.
i feel.
i feel.
i feel like a morning star. not really quite opposite. i feel bad. im a little lost. at what im doing with myself. and i have a terrible feeling in my stomach. not from being sick. i need to figure shit out. by myself. i need spend time on myself. do i feel like a bitch? yes. excuse the language.
doesnt that sound goofy? "i need to find myself" that sounds really goofy.
am i scurred?
yes.
i dont know whats going to happen.
and thats scurry.
i do know that i like walnuts.
sigh.
help.
kbye.