I will be back in a few weeks. I'm not physically going anywhere, I'm just staying away from blogger. I've contemplated stopping my blog and forgetting about it, for certain reasons I don't want to talk about. But I just thought I'd let you all know that the idea was in my mind and that I'm taking a break for a little while. Sadly I won't be able to keep up with all your blogs, but I wish all of you luck and hope that everything you want is attained.

With love, from me.

PS. In case you were wondering about me, I am doing very well. I'm very happy and things only seem to be getting better for me. I'm not leaving on account of anything bad.

So I kind of have a thinspiration.
But I won't go into that.
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I will, however, go into my plan of new weight loss. Extremely and utterly unhealthy, but hey, this isn't the doctor's office here. My goal (and it will be reached this time, it has to) is to be 110 pounds before February 15th. President's week vacation. That gives me, what? Like a month? Sixteenish pounds in a month. Cake. No pun intended.

According to this weight loss calculator thing, I'm only allowed about 211 calories a day if I do decide to eat. Oh, and that's without exercise. Again, doable. But I will be exercising as well, so I'll probably take in about 500. With school, I won't have to eat. And if I MUST eat, I'll save those calories for dinner. Sounds like a lovely plan to me.

And while I'm excited about this, I'm still sick. I should not have attempted eating last night, because it only made me feel worse. Blah. Just another reason not to.

So I unexpectedly got sick Monday morning. At two fucking AM. And while it's not how I planned to start my fast, that's how it started. I had absolutely no appetite for the fact of.. well, throwing it all up. So all I have been living off of is ginger ale. I can't seem to keep water down, which makes no sense to me, since this ginger ale hasn't cause any nausea. But regardless, I'm sick and home, and unhappy. Blah. At least I'll lose a few pounds.

I'd love to go back to sleep, but I slept for about 24 hours straight yesterday. So I'm finding it hard to sleep again. I guess I'll catch up on some blogs and try and ignore this pounding headache.

Fasting until I feel hunger.
Fuck everyone and everything else.
Happy New Year. :]

I don't know what I'm waiting for.
First time I've cried since... that day.

I wish my life was more like a romance movie. Where everything seems to end up okay in the end. Where romance actually exists in everyone, and love just seems more like a dream. Where sex is portrayed as a steamy, passionate moment. Where a first kiss seems like it could stop the world. But that's only in movies.

And never in my life have I ever experienced a moment where the person you want most just arrives at your door unexpectedly, greets you with the most passionate, apologetic kiss, and makes your heart melt.

That's only in movies.

... or it might help if I didn't live in the middle of fucking no where.

I just made myself laugh.