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I feel like shit. I'm tired and hurt and angry and still fucking confused. And none of that really matters, so...whee.

I just wanna curl up in bed and wallow for the next few days. Maybe I will. Or...I would if I lived alone and didn't have to deal with my fucking family wearing me down.

They're so much easier to deal with when I have something to look forward to.

Stupid moping.

Mildly Less Emo

I had to go to the gynecologist today. Woo-hoo fun times.

She got me all in a panic about diabetes...a rather silly panic, because I just had a doctor's appointment at the end of June and I doubt in two weeks I would've randomly developed diabetes without noticing, but still. Don't have it, so, y'know, yay.

My weight has hit a new high. I now need to lose my entire seventeen-year-old taller-than-me sister to get down to the weight I want.

And what am I doing about that?

Currently, eating a thing of Pillsbury brownie batter.

Emotional eating ftw.

And on the emotional shopping front, I got six new barbells for the piercing (and at the moment I have this odd OCD thing about matching them to my outfits...need more balls to be able to really do that,though). And some Barbies and a kids' drum set from Kinney's. The drums are rather fun.

On the pampering front, I spent something like 2.5 hours reading out in the sun after a quick dip in the pool. First sunny day we've had in ages, and I've got a good book (Hell Bent for Leather by Seb Hunter, I highly, highly recommend it) so of course I had to take advantage of it. Then I took a lovely not-too-hot not-too-cold shower with my favorite favorite exfoliant and body wash and used my favorite lotion afterwards.

I still don't feel any better. Well...sort of. I'm more angry than hurt right now but I'm not totally sure if that's an improvement or not.