My Pathetic Life

February 24, 2020

Monday
9:30 am
My mom said I can stay home from school today since I still feel like shit. Whoop. I watch some cooking Youtube videos to replace the food shaped hole in my food shaped heart. I recommend You Suck At Cooking because they're funny.

I decline breakfast again. My mom says she's making curry for dinner. I might have a tiny bit to get my parents off my case and make them think it really is nausea. Ryan has a doctor appointment today and I have a piano lesson at 4:00 pm.

My stomach is making noises so I decide to drink some coffee or something to shut it up. Apparently coffee is good for speeding up metabolism or something. Does it work the same with decaf? Who cares, I'm having some. Strong, black, no sugar coffee. The best way to have coffee.

ALSO I weighed myself and I lost 2 pounds of probably water weight or food waste but I'm now 119 nonetheless.

1:00 pm
I need to do my homework ugh. We are watching IT (2017). It's pretty good, I guess. It's hella long. We finished it though. My mom comes home. Ryan just has a bad cold, luckily his lungs, ears, and heart are fine.

    I went to do my homework. The evolution of snakes. I would soon find out that the evolution of snakes is the most confusing, controversial, and mysterious thing on God's green Earth. I get three slides done before I hear my dad asking if I wanted pizza.

     My mom was planning to make curry and I was planning on having a little bit of that, but pizza? There was nothing healthy about fatty, greasy, pizza. I couldn't get out of this one. I looked up how many calories per slice.

285 calories

     What. the. fuck? Pizza companies, what are you doing? I get anxious. The pizza eventually comes and I end up having two slices to keep my parents off my case. I also have the pepper they put in the box because apparently it's good for burning fat. Spicy though.

    I go to piano feeling like shit, but I do well. It's weird being alone with the teacher but whatever. I try my best not to sound sick. I'm an anxious, awkward, pile of trash.

    Alright, I'm too tired to write the rest of this. Nobody reads it anyway. Until tomorrow. Stay safe. Ciao.