This will be either the best, worst or last new year. Hopefully there will be pictures, becuase what we are going to do requires proof. Pics or it didn’t happen!
Just hoping I won’t die. Last year I went skiing while walking with crutches. This is equally stupid.
So my dog was really whiny after our walk and after a while I just picked him up and put him in my lap on his back and he fell asleep in two seconds and now he’s snoring and I got 15 kg cocker spaniel sleeping on me so I can’t move…
Once you get a taste of sleeping next to someone, sleeping alone in your own bed really sucks.
Good thing I’m angry and not sad though. Then I can put all that anger into my studies and excel in everything while my world is falling apart around me.
It is kind of fascinating that I am very much aware of me losing weight and still feel like a balloon. It’s fucked up, but interesting. Like there’s two me. The one I am now, knowing I can do pretty much whatever I want, and the me I was before, feeling like the fattest, most fucked up girl in the world worth nothing.
Ugh, lost weight. Ass too skinny to ride bareback, yet my thighs are probably wider than my waist.
Recovered? Like hell I’m not.