Alas, my haitis is over. I've decided to come down from this stupid dream cloud where I think I can eat whatever I want and not gain a pound. Because, surprise, I gained weight. It may have something to do with filling an empty void or some stupid (excuse) shit like that. So, today is the LAST DAY (September 12) that I will eat like a normal human being. Bring back the trash bags full of rejected food, the extra long showers for purges, the euphoric sensation from starving. I want it all back.

Other motivation for me to lose this damn icky pudge is a boy. B is a musician, and a good one at that. He's adorable and sweet, and everything that H lacked. He's just what I need in my life. Happiness. Pure and simple, no-pressure happiness. Not to mention, B is normal. He is a normal boy, with normal emotions, normal hobbies, normal friends. Need I go on? B is real. I could see myself really liking B for B. Not like it was with H, when I was in love with his potential.

Tra la laaaaaa...