i ended up weighing myself.
139, not a pleasant number to see.
then i angrily ate half a banana.
im not pleased with that number,
it already happened.
i think ryan likes me,
which i dont understand,
he knows all of my current secrets.
i dont get it at all.
i really like this soup i bought,
im already in bed so i wont go grab it for the exact name.
but its 60 calories per serving. and 120 for the can.
and its quite delicious.
i went to the dentist this morning.
braces for one more month then im freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
will stopped talking to me,
because he likes me too much and "cant stand it"
i wish my parent knew that i smoked cigs,
because then i could do it all i wanted,
and i wouldnt have to sneak around,
and drenching myself in axe.
im actually in quite a good mood.
*hopes for a smaller number on the scale*