Hi! I look 12, haha.
Summer is almost over. Well, not almost. There's still another month or so until college starts again. It's weird how it's already August though. I feel like the year has passed me by and I've done nothing that I set out to do.
My teeth have been hurting so much lately. I think it's a combination of the braces and stupid wisdom teeth. Really starting to hate my teeth now. I mean, yay that they're so much straighter and healthier now but it'd be lovely to have a pain free mouth for at least a week. I'm such a baby when it comes to tooth pain.
I go home in a week or so which I'm looking forward to. I cannot explain how much I miss my bed and not having to wear jeans/trousers lol. Some peace and quiet will be good as well plus my own scales! I have no idea how accurate these scales are at my dads and it's driving me insane because I don't feel like I can trust the numbers.
I've been liquid fasting for the fast 3 days. Well 4 since it's Thursday. Fasting is pretty much the only thing that gets me out of a binge stage. I have until the 15th of September to be able to go all out. I'm hoping to be down at least 10lbs by then which is definitely doable, I just need to stay motivated and away from all the amazing food my
I have a stupid guy issue with a stupid guy. I cannot express how much I do not want anything to do with him and it's freaking frustrating how he doesn't seem to understand that. I'm sorry. He was a nice guy until it became obvious he was only talking to me because of sex. Like why do so many guys (not all. I'm not a man hater or anything) seem to think that being nice to a girl means they are going to want to sleep with you. It's backwards, very stupid and just insulting to think that and besides, sex terrifies me now since last year... God forbid you have a relationship first and get to know each other. God forbid you actually make a conversation with the other person. I swear, he, we'll call him J*, will ask "How's you?" and then once he has a reply, all he says is, "I miss you." blah blah blah. Seriously fuck off. I've only (apparently) met him once (when very fucking drunk) and he lives in fricking Scotland! I'm not going to get emotionally invested in a guy who basically acts like an immature jerk and doesn't even live near me! Just no. NO.
I was going to carry on writing about J* but I can't be bothered. I have no desire to keep him on my mind so a cup of tea is in order whilst I check out blogs.