Also I don’t know why I want to eat something so bad right now. There’s a butterfinger in the fridge but I totally have to have some sort of self control. Even though I already ate half of it…
Sometimes I do things because I think “I’m bored, it’ll be fine to do this”
Then I do the thing and I’m like “this is sort of making me feel bad.”
Then afterwards I’m like “why did I do that, that was so stupid”
and then I have to go on tumblr because my mom isn’t answering her phone and Kyle’s at work so I have no one to talk to about all the stupid things I did.
I ate my way into a hole tonight. A hole named self hatred.