I am so messy right now, messy in the mind but messy in my clothes, in my walk, in my room, in my classes. I feel chaotic, maybe more than usual. Days are blending and hours are passing by and I’m not doing anything except complaining about how fat I am. And for the purpose of this post, I will now tell you this is the fattest I’ve been in my life. Literally. I am actually at my highest weight that ever walked this planet. The consequences of eating normally, like a fucking indifferent normal human being are obesity for me. I can’t do it. It’s all or nothing. It’s always all or nothing. I wonder if I could skip the past and just go to the gym every now and then and eat veggies and the right foods and chocolate in moderation and… I’ll keep dreaming.
Sorry for being too honest. Get over it.
