I am in such a bad mood. I feel like everyone, almost, is against me.
So what if I've 'lost a bit of weight' ? Maybe size 10 is my perfect size, maybe 8 is, maybe 6. So.
I saw my Grandma a few minutes ago, which was interesting. My new black, high-heeled wedge shoes prove to be somewhat problematic.
If I wear them with black tights [they're black too], they lengthen and thin out my legs. Even though I protested & told her that they make my legs look thinner than they really are she kept insisting it wasn't my legs [lol!], but my chest and that I looked 'emancipated' [i know, i know. it would've been hilarious if it wasn't me]. I'm not particularly emancipated, or emaciated, which is what she meant.
I asked if I could stay there tonight & she was like "only if you're going to eat" & I was like .. yes. I am tired of this :/. I wish everyone would accept that it's my body, and if I want to eat I will eat. If I feel like I don't want to eat I won't. Jamie etc. aren't a problem :) happily.
Actually, weirdly enough, they're quite good. Except Jazz, because she knows.
It was so fun :) I got to Heworth metro station in the car with peetle beetle, 13 minutes late & I got out of the car & RAN in & down the stairs :) & Ami was like "Wow! Have you lost weight on your legs? They look really thin!" & I was like "wow, i hope so.." :) & Jamie was like "that's made her day" & I was like hahaha. unfortunately it's true.
So we went to see Juno [again :)] & sadly I had two mini lollies, 2 revels & a cherry sweet. >:( & when I got home... don't ask.
Let's just say I've started bingeing & considering things & then not doing them, not because I chose not to do them but because I couldn't possibly do it secretly.
I'm glad I'm not at home tonight, cuz right now I am tired of my 'small' family. I wish I could just curl up & die. It's so annoying, because I'm not even anywhere near 'emaciated', for God's sake.
People that are emaciated are dying, quite quickly.
I reckon I'm still floating around for some time, to be honest.
Hahaha my grandma said I've lost all my chest. Unfortunately not the case. There's still quite a lot lounging around like an unwanted Christmas present.
I need someone to care, yet not care, at the minute.
It's weird. I feel so sorry for everyone, because one minute I wish everyone did care, & notice, & not just compliment me & let me spiral further. And then another minute I'm grateful, grateful that either no-one cares or no-one's bothered enough.
I don't know what to wear tomorrow. Really, I want to wear my new, cream beaded shift dress, cuz I love it to bits. But I should wear my 1950s tea dress, because.. I love it too, & I want to wear my lovely shift dress on Easter sunday, which is going to be interesting.
It's weird, because at first I was so happy that my mama was pregnant. But right now, I really don't like her & what's worse is that she really doesn't like me. It's weird because I hate it when my friends don't talk to me, but it's a thousand times worse when someone that's actually, genuinely supposed to love you no matter what refuses to speak to you. In fact it's a really crap feeling.. & surely, it's definitely immature & something that mothers can't do, right?
I know that she's a person as well as a mother, but y'know.. she can't act 13 years old. I hope this baby is a nice one, because my mother's not nice right now. She is hormonal & huffy & generally hellish to be with. Even though she's ignoring me & refusing to speak with me, she's still going on about food, which is ironic really.
Refusing to speak to me isn't making me want to eat to make her happy, really.
I want to please people, sure, but.. I don't feel like pleasing the people that should mean the most, right now. I'm tired of everything.
I'm tired of getting good grades & trying to be perfect. I wish I was just perfect. I know my mother doesn't really care about grades in maths, but I wish I could just for once get a D and not an E. [I know, don't even ask.] I revised really hard for my assessment & apparently got the highest in the class & yet, still failed, wow.
I got quite good grades in everything else, perfect A*s for English, As for Spanish, RE & French, cool, but it's not perfect. I hate this being so... fakely perfect. I love my new red lipstick & my new dresses & my new shoes & ... the new me, actually. I don't miss the girl wearing flowery peasant dresses, faded ankle boots & trying to look thin & poor but still effortlessly glamorous.
I do like this new me, like the old me, but better, much better.
Much thinner, even taller [shoes XD], more glamorous and strangely, much more mature & old-fashioned.
I'm tired of writing now, mainly because I'm writing almost as if I'm writing for therapy. Maybe I am, God knows. Bye.