Yesterday was a bad day. I'm overemotional and too sensitive for my own good over the simple fact that over the last month, I've put on 10lbs.I was watching Felicity on WE and just started crying at the end. I thought it was the show but when it was over I went on. I called Nick, asking him if he could come over to no avail: the boy was out of gas. So I got in my car and drove over there and things were okay. He told me that if it really bothers me this much that I should start exercising.
I think it's something in the air but I feel really down on myself these last few days. Maybe it is that time of the month branching upon me like a bad habit but it irks the fuck out of me that my pants are tight around my belly and my thighs.
I've been sitting on my ass this past month doing nothing and eating Dunkin Donuts. So the fact that I've put on a few curves doesn't shock me as much as I imply.
Classes started again yesterday and I'm getting used to this whole thing of getting up before 9:20. I have no money to buy books until tomorrow when my father comes up and I'm highly pissed at the bookstore's inability to accept a fucking postdated check.
I know that this gloom is only a phase.
Fuck. I just remembered I forgot to take my antidepressants last night. Shit.
