I guess since I’m about to fall asleep and that it’s almost July I should write out my thoughts, right?
Well, I eaten pretty regularly for a month tomorrow.
And I officially don’t know how much I weigh.
This is a good feeling.
Also, I’d much rather live a messy life with paintings on my walls and an unmade bed and my hair in a swimmers bun than be perfect. I’d rather sit at home and set off firecrackers with the nerdy middle schoolers on my street than go to some lame ass movie with you. And I’d rather swim than dance.
Okay.
