I'm in a nice mood until I start blogging.
It sucks, I only get extremely pissed and sad at night, when I'm alone in my room usually.
I don't know why, and I don't really care anymore;
I just want it to fucking stop.
I was thinking today that while I'm in my room feeling fat and sorry for myself, life is going on for other people.
I don't have enough time to be doing this anymore.
I need to turn things around, I know I won't actually do anything to change anything... but I know that I should.
Maybe if I was, like, sixty pounds slimmer, everything would be all right.
But I'm not going to be loosing if I keep eating.
I'm pretty sure I'm gaining.
I'm like a yoyo, only I spend more time at the end of the string then the top.