Sunday

The first thing I used my I.D. on to purchase was a pack of cigarettes for my mother. What a shame. I could've sworn that I blogged just yesterday, but I suppose it was just a dream. Anyway, I'm quite dissapointed with myself and my recent eating habits... meaning I've been eating and eating and eating and eating. What a dissapointment on my part. I hope I'm not gaining. I'm sure that I am, though I pray I'm not. I need a scale. I should've asked that for a birthday present. I think I'll start sharing more photos in my blog other than a PostSecret (not that I don't love PostSecrets). Perhaps I'll just add photos on and be sure to keep the secrets. I hate the way all of these words are looking as I type. I feel as if all of my thoughts are just cluttered sentences that are all irrelevant to one another. Something not so new: I'm s-s-stressing. I always get myself into such shitty situations and very, very, very seldom follow my own advice which would most likely help me. I always fuck myself over like this. I've been hating myself much more lately.