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Argh...Nora Blah. This is just one of those days. I really don't want to do homework. I feel like crap. First of all, I'm getting my period soon so I feel cramped and bloated and I have a lot of zits and ugh. Plus I've been really hungry lately and all the food in my house that can be eaten as snacks is really fatty foods. I think I've gained a few pounds. I feel really fat. I look really fat. Plus lately I've been giving people advice and being really nice to them and talking about their problems and stuff. I think I get high off helping other people or something. It makes me feel happy. If I hadn't helped those few people today I would feel really crappy. Oh well. And ya know what else? Well, I wear my hair curly to school every day, right? But I need this gel thing to put in my hair to be able to wear it down and curly. I ran out last friday, and I never wear it on the weekend, so that was okay, but I wasn't able to get it over the weekend. Yesterday evening I had Sarah straighten my hair so I could wearit down straight today. I still haven't been able to get the hair stuff, though, so I have nothing to do with my hair tomorrow. I could take a shower tonight and wear it down tomorrow, but I dunno. I could also not take a shower and leave it straight, which would look okay, but I would feel gross because I havent taken a shower since Sunday afternoon. Plus I already feel like crap and that wouldn't be helping. Man, this sucks. I look like crap, I feel like crap, and I'm doing a crappy job on homework. Shit. And I'm so fat, too. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Additionally, whenever I'm sad I drown my sorrows by moaning around and munching on snacks. But that's bad, 'cause if I feel bad about being fat, snacks don't help. And moaning around doesn't exactly help get my homework done. God. I really don't want to do homework. Fuck this. I feel crappy. And ya know what's kinda weird? I like helping other people...a lot. But I don't want to tell them about my problems...'cause some stuff I just don't want to tell them and some stuff I don't want to burden them with. It's my problem, not theirs. I love them. |