Dear readers,
Update from last time, I exercised until my sister got home. Burnt 325 calories on that bike-thingy.
I really wish I listen to my music without my shitty painful headphones when my nephew's home. I mean, I could, but the sound of it would be competing with the extremely annoying noises and voices he makes and also his video games. Then maybe I could go on the bike until my sister gets home. I might do it anyway.
I've started using a coping mechanism that has a sharper sting than pinches and digging my nails into myself, without making me bleed. I've been keeping a rubber band around my wrist and snapping it against me. I'm going to try to do that as unfrequently as possible.
Ugh I have a mad fucking headache and my fucking nephew wont stop making this fucking annoying as fuck fucking squeeky as fuck fucking voice and uggghhhhhh it feels like my brain is bleeding and I just want to cuss out this goddamn annoying as fuck six year old even though I am a grown-ass fucking woman. Seriously though I've told him twenty fucking times to stop making that irritating fucking noise because I have an extremely painful fucking headache. Like what the motherfuck do I have to do to shut this fucking pain in the ass brat up. Fuck if I don't adore him but I seriously hate every fiber of him being right now. I'd rather be taking care of a tarantula.
Fuck it. I think I'm gonna exercise after all.
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Dear Readers, part 2
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