6 months

Oh crap!
I just saw one of the days that my wrist was like, the sticks that cats scratch.
Scratch stick hands.
It's so awful.
It's on the post "I'm not hungry", can you believe that 6 months passed since this photo.
So creepy to look at old posts.
I think, like, what the hell was wrong with me?
I suggest you to open (in new tabs, so you won't miss a thing from this post) and read.
Look how much we done.
With all the time that passed, sarcasm stayed with me.
Along this boring tunnel, carried me under her wings.
Like my love/crush/any-other-nickname for this guy, my crush to the other.
And being best-friend with Gal.

What a fool.
Believing shit and stuff.
Well, at least I'm fabulous.

It's so fun to admire yourself.
Snobbish things may come useful.
Fuck yeah.
Well, as long as I love myself, others can too, right?
And it's better to over-adore yourself, then to hate yourself, and think your body is revolting.
Well, fuck the dislikers (admit it, you don't have haters, nobody does, it's just that people do dislike them).

Well, bore attacked the piece of fun that I had.
But Maya and I could judge together the lame dancers dancing with the bloody red lipstick.
It was nice.
We sat in the other corner, not where we should've sit, we sat in the center, and the rest on the edge.
But, I didn't needed to see all the bitches I already hate (7  years of hatred!) so it was better, I can't believe I'll see their faces all the time.
It was better before, when I needed to handle random low-life loser bitches.


Well surfing was nice, but the waves sucked, and when I asked the guide, he sucked at pushing me, my front always was in the water, and the body was on the side.
I barely caught waves.
I liked the place before much better, with Ido, and the pierced ear girl, and the young girl, when it was fun.

Well, because I have an ankle bracelet with piece of metal that's very pointy and sharp, I have scratches, that are really annoying, like long lines.
Just like from a razor, but are thinner, with less power on them.


Well, I'm really tired.
And it's Friday.
And everyone know what you doing on Friday,

Friday! Friday! Gotta get down on Friday!

So, since nothing special is going on, I will just say funny obvious things.

I ate at luch really delicous roll, with meat, and Maya and Karin were shocked, because "it's so many calories".

I don't give a fuck.

Well, if it will make me so fat, how does it possible that I ate the exact same meal month ago, and I just got skinner.

Bam.

That's called life, and joy together.

Depressed people (not only insist they're fat) are less healthy (sadness actually biolgicly ruins your body) and making you to gain weight, so every time that they gain 100 grams (funny story*) and they think they look like a cow, like I did.

Moo.

Well, long ago I thought I was fat.

Fuck you people!

I'm skinny as fuck and liking my enormous thighs.

* Few days ago my -skinny- friend came, Maya, and said excited to me, that she lost 100 grams, and I was like, "okay" because I already think she's pretty as she is.

It's funny to see her, trying to do sport and still, can't figure what she doing ruin.

Hint: She eats tons of sugars, and fats, instead of healthy things.

And there's no Oh, Keren because I didn't saw her today.

Goodbye body owners (I really think that those dumb hipsters talk this way, it's epic!).

As always.

 Berries, survivors,

I hope you'll make it.