Moving sucks. It seems like you pack for so long but there’s still tons more shit to pack. I’m halfway done my clothes, I have way too many seriously. And I haven’t even started the kitchen because I don’t know what the fuck to do with anything. On another note, I finally got a yoga mat and 5 pound weights so I can do my workout video properly. Excited. Oh and on another note Derrick is getting a tattoo tomorrow, and then we’re going out for dinner with my parents. Oh and my fucking Macbook is overheating……fucking apple.　

I’m so sick of these health problems. But I’m too much of a pussy to go to the doctor. I went once last year and I was given a prescription and it didn’t fucking work and now I guess I think I’m uncurable. Fucking stressful and annoying and fuckkkkkkkkk.

So if my calculations are correct, since starting smoking in the 9th grade I have spent over 5,000 dollars on cigarettes. That in itself is disgusting.

Fuck sakes.

It’s like I’ll lose 10 pounds and then one day I’m like “Oh I’ll just have a piece of pizza or some little chip things.”

And then BAMI gain a whole 2 pounds.

Losing weight is so fucking hard for me, come on body, help me out here.

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Honestly, I don’t know what to say anymore about young parents. I’m pro choice. And one of the reasons why I am pro choice is because there are too many young parents with their houses unfit to take care of children, or they are just uneducated in childcare and they don’t know what the fuck they are doing. It’s never hit this close to home with me until now. But honestly, if you are 17 when you have your first child, you will not be a fit parent, and you kind of deserve the wake up call of having your kids taken away from you unfortunately.