"The key to my exercise program is this one simple truth: I hate my body... Don't you understand that the second you look in the mirror and you're happy with what you see - Baby you just lost the battle."- DR. Cox, Scrubs
I thought friends made you feel better about yourself, not this shit. It's like what Martin said, only this is worse cause I acually am friends with this guy. WIth Martin I barely knew him so like, whatever but with this guy he's my fucking friend. I know it's not his fault and that I'm bitching about it and whining but freaking hell. GUH. And I'm glad he's honest and like and can tell shit in all honesty and it's my own fault for thinking from my side and not his.
I'm going to go with Bryan on Friday. I will have a good time. With him or his brother Dan's cute friend. It doesn't matter. I'm dropping this stupid immature shit, and I knew I shouldnt have started it in the first place.
I'm fucking ugly, and stupid and fat and
GOD why am I so stupid?
I hate this game, I hate the doubt, the self hatred and the fucking judgement. ARGH SO STUPID. I don't want to go back to fasting and purging, but bloody hell as if I let my guard slip down so easily and infront of someone I've been friends with barely a few months.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Sometimes, life sucks dick.
Shit, I have a history sac im not ready for and now instead of studying im going to go cry.
How can one person break down my wall so easily?