After i finished pigging out, i called my friend annabella.
"Hey"
"what you doing"
"I just finished pigging out, i am fed up. My crush was, well, ugh making out with his gf and i loved him there is nothing worse ugh cant belive he has a gf"
"Well, pick yourself up again, do excersise, you said that that makes you happy, you know. I am sure in time you will have another crush, anyway, got to go"
I decided to take her advice and do some hardore serious excersise.
I felt a lot less sorry for myself after that.
I threw on my gym clothes and put my hair in a bun and went outside for a run. I took my golden retriever. He doesnt have a lead on when we go for runs together as i trust him. I returned to my flat and fell asleep on the sofa.
My parents arrived home, but that didnt wake me.
"Why is there a pizza box on the floor..... and chocolate and macncheese"? my mum asked my dad who was just as clueless as she was.
He shrugged.
I felt a nudge.
"What"? i asked
"Look at the mess youve made" she cried angrilly.
