i split mah pants!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 I know I know. I need to diet and eat right and blah blah blah. I will. I just suck at it.

Honestly? I want to just starve. I’m sick of eating. I’m sick of putting the food into my mouth and chewing.

but I love it too.

ha.

i’ma damn mess.

no, i will not be getting an eating disorder or anything.

I guess I just wish it were that easy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

oh!

and I forgot to mention that I’m so damn fat that I ripped open ANOTHER pair of pants.

Not the back.

No the side, like near the pocket seam.

I’m appalled.

I already only have 4 pairs of decent pants. oh… wait..

MAKE THAT THREE.

I can either reduce my size so I can fit the other 2 pairs of pants that I own… or I stay fat, rotate 3 pairs of pants and hope those hold up.

I can’t afford clothes right now.

It’s like wearing a uniform.

This is mondays outfit, tuesdays outfit and so on.

It’s been like this for months.

AND YET, when it’s time to do laundry I suddenly have this massive beast of a mountain and I don’t know WHY!!!!!!!!!

ugh.

that’s the end of my rant.

I’m filing.

filing sucks a gangrenous nutsack.

bah.