Almost 22
It's coming up... it's coming it's coming. I don't know what to make of it and I don't know what to do about it either. Not about turning 22, but about how to celebrate it.
I should go to Vegas and catch up with Minnilo BlahNick (aka Nick Lachey and Vanessa Minillo). They're going to be celebrating the day after my bday for their shared bday, in Vegas. Or I could go to LA and see Nick perform the day before my bday. Hahahaha.
Anyway... this weekend was less stressful and less tense. I still have a long way to go though. I dread my weekends for a specific reason. None that I will share online in this public journal. I never know, my uncle could be lurking around, reading my thoughts and sharing it with family members. He's been known to do so.
I found out that I can't eat a lot. It kind of sucks knowing that I am no longer in triple digits. I know that's what I wanted, but for so long... I had worked towards that goal. It sucks knowing that people got to my head... people telling me I got fat and making fun of me. Accussing me of ridiculous things. This is why people are anorexic.
So why can't I eat a lot? Suddenly my body has gotten used to me eating one meal a day. It has gotten used to me not snacking as much. Techinically this isn't my fault. I just don't have the money to snack all the time and my house lacks in snacks.
As for meals, I get up too late in the day to catch breakfast, and when it comes to lunch... I'm just trying to rush to school cause I'm probably late. This leaves me with dinner. My only meal. I only hope it's a huge meal.
Alright... I've already lost interest.
I should go to Vegas and catch up with Minnilo BlahNick (aka Nick Lachey and Vanessa Minillo). They're going to be celebrating the day after my bday for their shared bday, in Vegas. Or I could go to LA and see Nick perform the day before my bday. Hahahaha.
Anyway... this weekend was less stressful and less tense. I still have a long way to go though. I dread my weekends for a specific reason. None that I will share online in this public journal. I never know, my uncle could be lurking around, reading my thoughts and sharing it with family members. He's been known to do so.
I found out that I can't eat a lot. It kind of sucks knowing that I am no longer in triple digits. I know that's what I wanted, but for so long... I had worked towards that goal. It sucks knowing that people got to my head... people telling me I got fat and making fun of me. Accussing me of ridiculous things. This is why people are anorexic.
So why can't I eat a lot? Suddenly my body has gotten used to me eating one meal a day. It has gotten used to me not snacking as much. Techinically this isn't my fault. I just don't have the money to snack all the time and my house lacks in snacks.
As for meals, I get up too late in the day to catch breakfast, and when it comes to lunch... I'm just trying to rush to school cause I'm probably late. This leaves me with dinner. My only meal. I only hope it's a huge meal.
Alright... I've already lost interest.