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Sunday, November 12th, 2006
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10:43p
well..
i dont feel like writting too much today...
im feeling ... fat... need I say more?
I spent the weekend with the boy... as in... starting friday (when I went out of school) up to today, 5 minutes ago...
so you can only imagine all the shit I ate... fat....ass... oh goodness... I want to cry so bad...
I've been sOOO fucking tempted to purging every time I eat... but I can't... I won't let myself...
this week is definitely going to be damage control 100%...
it NEEDs to be... what sucks Is that downstairs, I have 1/2 a hugeeeeeee pizza to tempt me and finish the process of turning me into a cow...
barf
barf
barf
oh well... lets start talking about the weekend...
so on friday I had my accounting exam... I think I did great... then the boy picked me up at school and we went to this house-party with the frenchies... "hot frenchie" was nowhere to be found :( hahah jk... im totally over that at the moment... umm the party was alright... we had good 'ol fun with people from my school.. bla bla bla...
then we went to the boy's cousin's new apartment... we drank a little bit more and then I stayed over at the boy's house...
Saturday came and the boy woke me up with a huge plate of baked potato with cheese and steak and fatness... so I obviously ate that because 1. its so fucking yummy and 2. the boy.... then by 4pm the boy brought some fatty popcorn and i ate about 1/2 of that... and then we went to the boy's cousin's apartment and we had a small party there, the boy made some __insert name of veggie here__ with cheese, and then some spicy veggie with cheese and bacon, and then some sausage and finally some meat... :::BARF::: i ate SOOOOOOOOOOO much and drank A LOT too... no wonder im so fat
That night i slept over at the boy's house as well... i slept in the boy's sister's bedroom because the boy's parents have been bitchy about "what kind of example are you setting for your 17-yr-old-sister"... and for some reason... when I went to bed and the boy was kissing me goodnight... i cried... and cried... and cried... I was a HUGE ball of tears at that moment... I wasn't drunk enough to blame it on the drunkness... i just felt sad... and alone... and terrified of myself... i dont know what happened... but the boy was freaked out, I could tell... meh...
sunday we woke up and just watched some movies, ate some fatty breakfast and pizza for dinner... im fat and disgusting and miserable...
i wouldn't be too surprised if i start inevitably purging everything I eat..
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