Damn b/ping. It always gets me. I even know its going to happen before i star eating. i try to fight it, I do. But it comes again and again. A had a pasta roni packets (like 600 cals plus a fake chicken thing) like 6 bowls of cereal and a bag of doritoes. Yum and it all came out so wonderfully. I am also drinking wine and being completely debaucherous by myself.
OMG I am loving reading my old entries. It shows how far I've come and how much I've let go. I am not as bad as I thought and my friends are not as good. My desire to be alone all makes sense now.
I also see how damn overly drmataic I am, how many guys I've "loved" how many of them actually did like me back and how much of a ho I am. I drink and have drank so much, b/ped so much, drugs smoking, everything. My sense of humor and style of writing are similar. I can hear myself talking. I miss and respect the younger me. But I love the older me too.
I've gotten stronger and better and I've lost my mind and gained it back. I've struggled and succeeded.
8 years from now (if I make it) I think I'll look like this and laugh at myself. I'm so silly.
8:14 p.m. - 2011-02-10
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