I was texting this guy today and we were kind of play figthing over text and somehow we got on the subject of being happy (as in cheerful), and he told me he thought I was depressed.
:O
thanks? I thought my facade was rather good. Thanks for ruining what little self esteem I had left.
Also, I was talking to another guy about how stuffed I was after eating 1 1/2 slices of pizza (Which sadly, was true :( ) and he told me to puke it up and eat more....
wow. What is with guys and guessing my secrets tonight? I mean, I know they're probably kidding, but wow.
It's making me paranoid.
Oh yeah, and now I'm stressed over my university choice. I'll post more about that (and about what's happening in my love life) tomorrow, when I have more energy. Right now, I have to sleep.
Mad restricting tomorrow. Hopefully I'll feel better.
Kay, going to bed now, peace out.
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