Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Mom just got a new job.. Of all places it is at cobs bakery.
So every night she works late she brings home bags full of bread.
Another thing I have to force myself to avoid.
I'm already feeling like shit, because I'm not loosing weight. The LAST thing I want to do is put it on.
Why is it I always have the wost luck :(
I dunno how this is gonna work :(
I really need to talk to someone.
I getting more and more upset and down everyday.
The only thing I have to look forward to is my dance show in May.
Except at this rate I'm going to be the fat one, in which everyone wonders why I'm there.