This time .

I woke up today, felt light headed, blasted some music, and then peaceably ate a piece of homemade apple pie while watching Spongebob.

The pie was my breakfast, so I gotta remember this. 3 light meals a die, 2 small snacks. I can do it, I hope.

You know what I want to do? I want to run in a triathlon. I want to learn to play the drums. I want to get a professional camera and take up photography. That's what I want to do. I could maybe do 1 of the 3, since my Mom's a little stubborn sometimes. (Did I say a little? I mean quite a lot.)

Something's Scraping Behind The Wall...

Its pouring rain outside. I want to stand out there and have it wash everything negative away. But me, being me, won't do that. Because I'm me.



And now, I can't stand this. This eating thing. God, when will I ever stop? What's wrong with me? That's the question I always ask myself. I'm not going to go out there and get help, from you know, a therapist or something. I guess I'll have to help myself, like I always do.

Music has always helped me through... well everything, and its one of my good allies.




Wait, wait, wait,

what is this motivation and where can I get some?

Right?

You gotta start out new, right? I have to tell you, I just deleted all my old posts.

It's weird looking back on all that old stuff and seeing a whole different person. I've changed a lot. But a lot of stuff about me has stayed the same. I'm sort of a straight edge. I've never had an alcoholic drink, done drugs, or smoked. I still play it safe too. I guess that's okay. For now anyways. People tell me I'm to young to start trouble.

I'm kind of pretentious, too.