lol i've seen two people make this so why not make one myself? this is an anonymous webdiary that anybody can read, so i can put down my thoughts because i'm too irresponsible to do it in an irl diary.
I'm actually really glad that nobody has read any of my past entries. Really glad.
A**** would be upset if he read them.
E***** would probably think that I'm even more lame and obsessed with things.
And I just realized that those are the two most important people in my life.
I really do have a hate-love relationship with myself.
I'm starting to hate myself more, but also love myself??? Like- I'm starting to see my waist get thinner and it's proving to be that when I look at myself while in thin, tight clothing, I have a pretty shape. My hips and upper body are about the same length. I've done a tad bit of research and I'm almost definitely sure that I have an hourglass figure. Many people would doubt me, since I like baggy clothes a lot. But I really do think it.
Oh god, I accidentally woke A***** up with a stupid meme. Lmao brb . . . .
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This was the meme btw
N E ways, back into the main subject.
It's about thirty minutes later and my mind has refreshed with new topics. Okay, so since there might be a possibility of my parents seeing this soon, I'm probably not going to say much.
I've been faking my progress. It pains me. . . . . It's been about an hour, since the last part. More than an hour, truthfully. But I'm just vibing to It's U by Cavetown.
I can't believe what's happened to me.
Those are the only words I have.
The thoughts still invade my mind, no matter how okay I seem.
Stopped talking to my therapist because I'm "okay."
Not going to be taking antidepressants, which is a mistake.
I just wanted my dad to stop yelling at me for having depression.
It's tiring. I hate it. I hate it so fucking much.
