This... is why I hate birthdays.

Also why God created more days, to compensate for the ones we FAIL at.

Anywho, had one serving of cereal and a salad for lunch.
That should be my day.

I'm just... Whatever, you know? I had the chance, blew it, and now I must pick up the pieces.

I feel like running till I puke.

But either or...
Today's better.
And that's all I can really do.....
Take one..
day...
at....
a....
...time.


It's times like these when my inability to get stark raving drunk and pissed at the world frustrates me.

One calorie at a time...

Thin.

Fuck.

=(
~Aniela