yesterday was my best friends birthday. it was horrible. well, actually it wasn't for her but it was for me.
she knows everything about my past so she always watches after me and especially what i eat.
i dont even remember all the things i ate yesterday but i can tell it was a lot, because my weighing machine told me today.
i cant belive it. im desperate. i miss the days when it was 53,9 and not 63,9 .
fuck fuck fuck fuck
i love her bladebones.