Today was not my best day calorie wise, but for once it isn't bothering me. Today I went on a Youth Forum trip to volunteer at a children's holiday party. Basically they take a bunch of kids who come from families below the poverty line and bring them to the Marriot and we dress up as elves and do fun activities with them. Last year I was kind of a bum and just handed out candy canes and then wandered around, but this year I got to lead a group of kids. At first I was hesistant, because I always feel like I don't mix well with children, but it was actually so much fun. The little kids were adorable, crazy, but adorable. Maybe it was just because I was in a good mood today.
So heres the problem. I had chicken nuggets....gasp.....and 4 french fries. It wasn't alot of food but I'm sure it added up, along with all of the candy I had with the kids. At this point it's not necessarily the calories themselves that are setting me off, but the anxiety about them. I feel so bad. Please don't tell me I'm stupid and to just eat it. I know, I keep trying to tell myself that, but then my head shouts back even louder that I'm a fat pig. At least I kept the food down. How pathetic it would have been if I had left the kids with my group partner Amanda just to go and throw up dinosaur chicken nuggets in the bathroom.
While I was there I met this guy. Don't get excited, he's gay. It is so true when they say that all of the attractive guys are taken or gay. He was so funny, I've never met a guy as interesting as him. I guess he met another cute gay guy there and they had a little makeout session in the bathroom. Im honestly jealous, and not about the bathroom quickie. Nope. I just want a guy too. A few months ago I was looking for fun and absolutely no strings whatsoever. But now I want more than anything to have a stable relationship and a guy who loves me. I want someone to hold me and tell me I'm beautiful. I want a guy who will always be there for me (even if he knew about my ed). I want I want I want I want. To bad that won't make it happen any faster.
My mom is on the rampage. I mean the fuuuuccking rampage and I can't wait until I can get out of here and go off to college. She makes this house suffocating and she makes me feel like shit. She can't understand that she no longer has anyhting nice or encouraging to say. Everything is a complaint or a swear. She is part of the reason I hate myself so much. Parents are supposed to support you and validate you, but my mom just tells my how much of a waste of time I am. Don't get me wrong, it could be way worse, but I still don't deserve what I've got. I feel like I've already set a standard for complaining now so I'm going to keep going and whine that my stomach hurts wicked bad. It's not used to eating shitty food like chicken nuggets and french fries. Fuck.
I swear too much.
ItLiesHeavy<3











