i feel like shit.
hm. i feel like….. crying. :c
last night in florida. let’s hope i see a cute boy at the ice cream shop. let’s hope I have the balls to introduce myself.
I need to start running, I’m so scared practice is going to kill me. I need to lose like 10 pounds. I would love to do that, I would be so happy. or even five pounds. Just to be under 115, so four pounds. I’ve gained weight since I’ve been here. All this shit food and soda. I hate soda but I hate water even more. Which should be the only thing I drink. I’m going to run when I get home. I’m going to do 100 crunches every night starting tonight. I’m going to do ten reps of wall sits for a minute each. I’m gaining in my legs, which I definitely don’t need. I’m going to go back to eating fruit and carrots when i get home. then I will be happy when I’m spending time with friends and not eating.
I still feel like I’ve done something wrong. Even though you say I haven’t.
I’ve lost Chris, I’m losing Owen, let’s hope Patrick doesn’t leave either.
I’m losing myself
Don’t you just love being impersonated by someone else on Tumblr? ._.