I need to start being happy again, because my boyfriend is getting sick of dealing with me.
But how can I tell him, that I’ve been sick of dealing with myself since this all started, years ago?
I’ll write about something less depressing tomorrow. It’s 2 AM. I need to meditate, and then I need to sleep.
First day of spring break
A whole, big bag of chips
2 hard boiled eggs
chicken strips from A&W.
I’m never eating this much again.
Tomorrow, I am fasting.
Ugh.
I’m so sick of having nervous breakdowns every week.
Why is it that I find it inexplicably impossible to like myself?
