Today is a blah day so far. Well, earlier this morning was great but since I went to bed and woke up since it’s been rather unimportant. You see, I went to bed at about 6:35am. I wonder why. I do stay up for a reason... I woke up to a call from my mom asking if I’d want to go to lunch. I took her up on the offer. We went to this mexican restaurant where I had something with chicken in it. Because chicken is the most amazing… Other than the passive conversation we had going, nothing eventful happened. Food came, we ate, we parted ways.
I hear it’s unhealthy and frowned upon to vomit after meals. I don’t do so but I regret every meal I eat. It doesn’t matter what it is. It could be a massive feast or a few grapes and strawberries. I feel sick, depressed almost, after every single meal. As I have stated before, I have managed to shed my past body. Yet a little bit of it still lingers, and I despise it. I want to get rid of it and never worry about it again.
What a fickle thing. I’ve come so far but I become the most judgemental and cruel as I’m reaching the finish line.
