Nerves and August.

I can't be not nervous (double negative, mhm).It's really bad lately.
Like, maybe it's only because it's August.
What is it about August?
Let's make this shweet, pro-looking, hm?

• I have another Behind the Wheel on the 29th
• My birthday is on the 31st
• My road test is on the 1st of September
• Open house is on the 2nd
• The first football game is on the 2nd too, I think.
• School starts the 6th
• There's so much bullshit with my friends right now, but I absolutely CAN'T do fuck about it

All of these nerves can pretty much be connected to my so-called "eating disorder", or lack thereof.
Is thereof one word?
I don't want to be like this anymore. I don't want to fucking CARE.
Why does it have to be me? Us? Why this group of people?
WHAT THE FUCK.
Okay, maybe I understand it for me, because I'm the shittiest kind of person, but really?
This. Is. Bullshit.

I hate ranting on here.

Know what? I have some small feeling that somebody might comment and want to say that I'm not a failure and all that, but I have proof to it.
On the other hand, I know nobody's going to try and make me feel better. NOBODY. GIVES. A. DAMN.
There's so much fucking hatred in these words.

People who have been following me since, well, the beginning know that I struggled to get out of the 160s for quite a while.
Everybody else knows that I just don't post my weight.
Well, fuck it, here's the proof to my failure:
I still weigh ~158.
Yeah, and this is where my nerves come from.

This was supposed to be a losing summer, but I completely disregarded every single goal I set for myself.
...Maybe disregarded is the wrong word, but whatever.

Also, I really fucking hate it when people spell shit wrong on Facebook, like, MULTIPLE times.
It's FOLLOW, with two Os, dumb bitch.
Fallow? What the Hell? Blame it on our "accents", but fucking still.
Don't be so ignorant, especially since you want to become a writer.
Pft, as if you're drug-addicted ass is getting anywhere.

Done.

Laterz, loveliez.