My life is shit, but I won’t do anything to change it. It’s like, I like it being shit.
I kind of wish that C was still friends with K and that everything would have working out that way…I know that she’s totally different now, but the fact that I could totally relate to her with those body image problems, and knowing that she had gone through the same thing, I didn’t feel so alone, but now that I have tried messaging her, and she clearly doesn’t want to answer me, like anyone would…but still…I kinda wish I would have tried harder to get them both to make up better, but I guess whatever happens, happens. I should have chatted her instead or something, instead of messaging…I feel like it’s my fault.
You are a fat, disgusting piece of shit. You are a fuck up. You can’t do anything right. When was the last time your stomach hung over like that, or you had back fat?…Never.
You need to shape the fuck up, and literally. You sleep all the damn day when you should be either working out or doing school. You get out of breath when climbing up not even 10 flights of stairs and you can’t even breathe properly after that. You bought two damn Kit Kat bars, a mocha coffee,and gum for lunch and then had another fucking lunch right after you got home. All you should be having is water and gum, that is all.
You’re fucking weak.Why did you stop what you were doing in grade 12? Don’t kid yourself, you messed up everything with your friends, and all you gained from it was becoming skinnier. You need the old you back.
You are getting 70’s in university. You need 80’s. What the hell is wrong with you? Why the shit can’t you understand that. You’ve become repulsive, I don’t even want to look at you anymore. You need to figure the fuck out when you are going to spend your time where, because you are not going to have a good job if you keep it up like this. You probably won’t be getting a boyfriend either which is no surprise, because you are ugly as fuck.