redo.

back at home again. roommates kicked me out. fuck them, they're both cunts. don't want to talk to them again, nevermind be friends. fuck that. and fuck pathetic idiots who are that ignorant and self-centered. and goddamn judgemental. and if you need your parents to fight your battles for you and are going to hide from me when i'm in the apartment..? then that's just sad. i'm literally laughing about it. how could i ever want to live with them? ha. cunts.

anyway. living at home. for now. moved my stuff from the apt to here, at least. though some of it's in the car still and the rest is in the garage, aside from my laptop and some essentials (face wash, etc.). looking at an apartment tomorrow..bit pricey, and i'll be living with a stranger, but i'll have my own room. yesss. i need my space.

got dinner with boyfriend's family tonight. it was nice. it was normal. i ate. not too much, but enough for them to not say anything and to not look ungrateful or anything. it was a pita with veggies and a bit of melted cheese. came with chips and two pickles...ate a pickle and maybe four chips, and not all the pita. it was yummy though. after...ended up going to stucchi's for ice cream with boyfriend though. and in a moment of weakness i got peanut butter with chocolate flakes or something. i forget the actual name for it. it was delish. and in a waffle cone. and HUGE. and i ate the entire fucking thing. and i don't care.

saw my roommate from last year. she said i looked thinnerrr:) though i was wearing this new pair of jeans i got the other week, which make my legs look way better than they actually are. ah well. the other two pairs are mysteriously too big though? which i don't understand..the skinny ones are a 2 and were snug a week ago, and the flares are a 0 and fit fine. the straight ones i was wearing tonight are a 0 and were tight then..now they're perfect. i don't get my body. i feel and look fat and bloated. i've been eating whatever i want and not really eating legitimate meals. oh well. i eat when i'm hungry. if i'm not, i don't. i like it that way.

too cute. i absolutely fucking love my boyfriend. he's stood up for me and helped me through this bullshit. i owe him my life goddamnit. he's perfect. and i love him. and if you think that sounds stupid and pathetic and naive then blow me. i love him and that's all that matters.

beautiful. stay strong, ladies. xo.