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So, i started a diet today with the BF and all we can eat for ten days is fruit, veggies, nuts, water, and the occasional yogurt.
I didnt think it would be as difficult awkward as it really is..

I work at a grocery store, and i stare at food…
the whole time.
im a checker, so i see everything that is inside the store.

i hope this pays off and that i feel as wonderful as a butterfly with a new set of wings,

or as soon as this is over,
im hitting up all the fast food places at once, and choosing to just be forever fat/

-c

when you have that one special pair of skinny jeans that just fit perfect, you never want to take them off or wash the memories out of them.
you wear them until theyre just perfect to your fit.
you do everything in those jeans.
you take them everywhere with you, and they make you feel beautiful.


Sometimes your mom throws them in the washer,
you may get a rip after a while,  but as long as it’s not too huge,
you can always patch it up and you have another story to tell from it.
you learn to not stretch a certain way to protect the jean material from being hurt.
you may fall, but the jeans are forgiving. they protect your knees from bleeding.


& then sometimes, your jeans break in a way that are unfixable.
A tear in an unpatchable place.
a broken zipper,
or bleach stains a hole into the soul of them.

You have a while to grieve over your loss.
you believe that youll never find another pair of jeans that make you feel as great as those last pair did…

But then, you have to build up the enthusiasm and courage to pick yourself up, and get yourself out there to find another pair.
sometimes, it’s on accident,
sometimes you might not feel comfortable in the pair that you settle with.
but the more that you wear them and work with them,
the more you begin to fall in love with your new pair of jeans.


You may not realize it, but you begin to love these jeans even more.
theyre your jeans that you are able to keep forever,
and you know not to wear them out.
you keep them for special occasions.
theyre the type of jeans that you always remember and tell your kids about.
the jeans that you keep forever and you make them beautiful,
just like how they make you feel.
forever gorgeous and forever yours. 

it keeps me from saying stupid stuff to people i actually know.

i was born,

to tell you,
                i love you.

and i am torn,

to do what i have to…
               to make you mine,
please stay with me tonight.

(Source: willsmayclash)

i need to get over this slump.
i lost my drive for anything.
luckily i have a full tank of gas, and enough money for taco bell,
so that should hold me down until my next depressing hour.