Dec 28, 2010 01:13
she's my friend again. this time it should be easier since we're 600 miles away. why is it that my friendships are healthier if distance is involved? i'm a horrible friend, i suppose. but oh well, at least i can't witness shitty parenting from here.
march is around the corner. sort of. 2 more months until adam moves here. i'm scared to be away from my parents and siblings. i love our life. nobody leaves the house for days. we sit around watching tv, unshowered and dirty. we eat whenever and stay up til the wee hours of the morning. it would be cool if someone wanted to marry me and join in on the fun. i truly love my life...well 97% of it. i miss my bear.
i'm really fat. i wish i could be one of those really cute chunky girls. i look like a balloon that's about to pop. i have such an awkward body. i wish i was toned, with no boobs (or large boobs) and a large ass. i'm all melty with mediocre breasticles and a barely there ass. working out makes me throw up. i'm a pussy, i guess.
tell me how one who's teetering on the edge of poverty can buy video chatting phones but needs government assistance. i don't get it. it's too complex for my mind.
i'm off to investigate and fuel my hypochondriac-ism-itis.