When you like me I get fucked up.

I need to go to bed before I start hating myself again.

Been in a weird mood lately. Also, I knew it would happen and it did, whenever I get a lot of notes saying they like my entry, I always get weird, like unstable, writing-wise where I forget how to do it.

Sarah’s home too, which means she won’t be reading anymore.

So I’m finding my footing again, I feel so fat, I got my camera back too today, and I’ve been playing with it, appreciating it, and it’s 3 (it feels like 4) and I’m starting to get angry.

I hate my writing. Fuck, why does acceptance always floor me?

New York in 6 days though.