Thursday, 18 March 2010
Apparently I live in a fairytale,....
according to my boyfriend, my parents, my sister, friends and the rest of the world.
Who all seem to think I imagine all of these fabulous events going on around me and all these obstacles to cross, but none of them are good let alone real.
They go on at me, about why I can't just stop, just be grateful with what I have and make the most of myself.
I am trying. I'm trying to fix all the little things, one step at a time.
I know there are problems, they are there.
I feel disgusting, like I'm screaming at the top of my lungs and no one can hear me. Ive not lost anymore weight.
I have no idea who I am right now so how the fuck am I meant to know who I want to be in the future.
Today- far too much cereal, 4 apples.
took laxatives and fiber tablets.