Karma is a bitch.
I get it, Karma. Stop making me miserable. I'm sorry for the things I've done in the past, and I promise I won't make the same mistakes again. I've learned my lesson. Just stop it.
My father thinks I am becoming anorexic.
It's ridiculous. If there is an anti-anorexic entity of some kind out there, like the Anti-Christ, I am it. I have lost weight since school started, and I like it that way. And I'm going to continue to keep it that way. But I am not anorexic, and I'm pretty sure I'm not falling into the deep, dark, death-trap that is anorexia.
He should be happy about my weight-loss. After continually pressuring me into losing weight so that I can be faster this season, I finally will be.
I give up.
Ehh that's a lie.
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