I'm sick. I'm sick of calorie counting, yet I continue to only eat fruit all day. I'm sick of keeping myself composed and not being able to cry, but I don't show emotion. I'm sick of lying about my feelings towards him, yet I don't even know how I feel. I'm sick of the bull shit. This is what keeps me tossing and turning at night. Fuck itttt. I love him, okay?
X's and O's, Hannah. <3
i know what you feel like with all ur confusion. i feel the same way right now, and my sleeping has been horrible. but in the end... i'm gonna be okay. you will too :)
ReplyDeleteF***k it. Do what you love, and f***k the rest, because the people who love you will understand why you did it. Wow I sound like Chris from Skins :O haha. But seriously, just erm...f***k it, like you said =) Lots of love! <3
ReplyDeleteHonestly, when I'm close to losing it (which I often am) I tell myself, "Fuck it. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck it." Just like you did. (At the bottom of my blog I actually have something that says, "Oh, fuck it.") It's kind of just a way to accept things the way they are, but at the same time make positive change.
ReplyDeleteMaybe you need to stop eating just fruit? I'm always freakishly miserable every time I diet. Makes me a little loopy. :-)
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