oh god. when was the last time i actually felt happy? or even laughed? i am just so depressed these days. depressed and glum and introverted and reclusive and reserved. i dont talk much to my parents. when i go out, its them who do the talking while i just tag along silently. i dont feel like talking anymore. i used to like life! i used to like living. i dont anymore. f.y.i, this isnt entirely due to my stupid alevel grades. i wake up every morning feeling fat. i swear upon my life (not that i value it) that my ass is increasing in size. its getting fatter. i hate standing in front of the mirror because i hate the person staring (sulking, actually) back at me. how can i have gone from being cheery and sunshiney to the current pile-of-nothingness-from-grumpsville that i am right now in a matter of one year? i hate wearing sleeveless shirts because i hate seeing my fatass arms. same goes for shorts. i should just go out in a potato sack. and everytime i sit down, theres this ring of blubber around my stupid middle which i absolutely detest.
