The vindictive bitch within me feels a strong sense of satisfaction every time I deny a friend request from a cunt I went to high school with.
I’m sick of waking up, being all hopeful that I’ll make good choices in the day. Then I ruin it by eating a lot, eating desserts, junk, etc. Then I just feel sick and guilty for the rest of the night.
This might have happened every single day for a long time now, but it’s going to stop.
I’m going to finally be healthy. I’m going to commit to it. I can do it. It’s not too late.