Had a typical recovery lunch in which I make my special high calorie two days before weekly weigh in need to gian some weight or they’ll kill me noodles. And I could’nt make myself eat them. I sat there until they were stone cold and then threw them out.
That is just sad and I hate it so much I could scream. I hate my screwed-up-for-no-real-reason life. I hate the tecaher who told me “I looked good and had gained weight”
HE DOES NOT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ME OR MY CURRENT SITUATION
HOW CAN HE SAY THAT
HOW CAN I BE SO MAD AT AN INNOCENT COMMENT?
cause it hurt like hell
sure I looked like I was dying a month ago but how can he say that? It’s like “She was too skinny so I can make personal comments about her weight as I leer at her”
Yeah I noticed your stares you druken idiot.
Oh 2 of the four guppies I bought died. Like us take time to remeber Captain Wentwork and Anne Elliot
Now that my novelty of being back has worn away I’m back to my non existant self which I quite like.
Not much more to say invisible audience!
See ya later!
