Good gracious god.

I feel so yuck.
I think it's practically a symptom of 'Aunt Irma'. I get depressed, eat pastaaaaa, pies, and other unhealthy, savoury shit, realise that I have no appetite, feel disgusting, sleepy and then try to eat something else to make myself feel better.

I'm starting to realise that food is a purely emotional thing for me. Feel crap? Comfort eat. Feel guilty about eating? Comfort eat.

I IS DEE MAKINGS OF FAT PERSON.
~can't wait until highschool is over and I'm out of home - I very much intend on not having unhealthy food in the house, and being too lazy to go out and get it. Sort of hard to get fat on lettuce and cabbage. In the house I'm currently in? It's equipped to feed two young men, an englishwoman, and two middle aged fitness freaks - ALL THOSE CARBS AND PROTEINS. Not exactly the perfect environment for an emotionally wound up comfort-eater who is too lazy to excersize~

-_-

I am going to be properly obese by the end of highschool. And then, when I am, and I realise this fact, I'll probably get a few cats and wallow in a pit.

YAY.  OTL

Good god, why do I have friends? Seriously, why do you guys tolerate me? Just promise me that none of you will attempt to save me from myself when I do go wallow, kay? Not that I'm not already wallowing.

~wwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllllllllllllllloooooooooooowwwwwwwwwww~

TO THE WALLOWMOBILE.
The word 'wallow' has now lost all meaning for me. I've said it too many times. It doesn't even sound like english. Waaaalllllooooowwwww.....

Sounds more like a 'well' and 'hello'. Except with an 'a'. =_=

I need to go find a songfic of Roderich/Austria and 'Pianoman'. Seriously. If this hasn't been done, I DON'T WANT TO LIVE IN THIS WORLD ANYMORE.

OH HEY! I just realised something odd about myself! Ever since I was little I've had a fear of being alone all my life - and yet, I really enjoy solitude. Huh.

~what if I'm a snowstorm burning, what if I'm a world unturning - what if I'm a siren, singing gentlemen to sleep...~ - What If by Emilie Autumn... the hipocracy of my previous statement made me think of it.

uiuiaryteuaryhgiuasgh eurygpuiayreg iurjghaiscukjfhuirekjfdhvbnjuarytuyWPRIUSFYDHVRUIEYTFHKSDF. I like the sound of keys being pressed. And of pencil/pen on paper. And of chalk on a board. So nice...

That got weird again. I feel like I should be sitting in a dark, small apartment in the middle of a city, with my current state of mind... *eye twitches* I'd say it was the four days of no human contact, but we all know that I've always been like this.... MUST. SEARCH. FOR. 2P!IGGY. FANFICTION. NAO. Oh, Oliver, you're such a psychopath~ <3