another fucking night.
I hate myself for expectations I have, of other people. I hate that a month ago I truly believed I'd be going out to some fabulous party and having a wonderful New Year's Eve. I hate myself for believing in some stupid lie. Really, people cannot be trusted. So, another fucking new year's eve spent at home. What's worse is that this year I'm not
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i was alone on New years too - my family went out but i feigned illness so that i wouldnt have too. I couldn't celebrate a new year with the gross amount of food id eated (at my mother's insistence) that week.
And the scales...im well well WELL into the triples at 130, but recently its been creeping to 140 (sick sick sick) and it makes me want to hurt my stupid fat body.
anyway, sorry for the rambling, hope youre keeping to your plan,
xxxx
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