At work, I fell asleep on the toilet for 30 minutes. The office was silent, I only had one can of Diet Coke, much less than my usual intake of caffeine. The computer was silently humming, the light putting me in a trance... and I had to pee really bad. So I went to the bathroom, laid my arms on my knees and my head in my arms and fell asleep. That was a first.
Turns out, my period started today. Right when I think I know myself, it turns out I don't. But yeah, I'm in an incredibly depressed mood; like, I left work 30 minutes before I'm supposed to (I never leave that early) and I JUST DON'T GIVE A FUCK about anything. I've been eating like a "normal" person, but without the binging this time. The blood last time was just scary, so I'm trying to be careful.
I feel bad for my intake, but I shouldn't. The only thing that I ate that I normally wouldn't have is a sandwich and some Hershey Kisses, but still, BLEH. I'm really bloated, too, for some odd reason. Usually, the bloating stops when my period comes. Whatever. IDGAF.
I'm going to Starbucks to visit my friend that works there. I'm going to bring my camera and finally get rid of the film that is left over. I found some pics of me at my heaviest (between 115-120) and I'm gonna post those tomorrow. I'm fucking hideous AND drunk in the pics, haha. But it reminds me of what I don't want to be and of everything I hate. I was so fucking huge. I don't feel any different.
I apologize for the excessive nail collection! But I have so many pictures that I want to get rid of. This computer is being extremely slow!! Haha.
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