Do I work well under pressure?


The answer is probably NO. To begin with, today I ate so much. My calorie intake just today could feed an entire third world nation.

Now, I just feel like throwing up. When I’m depressed I usually eat, eat, eat. Another alternative is mainly crying. Crying like there’s no tomorrow. I usually feel good after a good cry, but either alternative really doesn’t bode well with my self-esteem. I’d either grow up to be barney or Alanis Morissette. Or both. Angry AND fat. So I probably should stop.

My best friend in the ENTIRE world e-mailed me as usual and she says that she’s worried about my entries and how dark they’re becoming, so I’ll try to overcome the darkness that has been my life and try to write an optimistic entry…

if you’ve been one of those good and patient people on earth who read my blog every once in awhile you’d probably know just how sad my life has been lately. But when I was going to school this morning I just realized that


Instead, I just want to be happy. My heart has been SHATTERED over the weekend, but that doesn’t mean I can’t pick up the pieces. The drawback maybe that I won’t love for a little while , or even invite the idea of it, but I’m getting there.

So, I guess it’s safe to say that I’m happier today. And i’m optimistic. I’m happier today. And it’s because of me and NO ONE ELSE.