alors, i am back from québec. and i am tired, i am restless, i am pissed off, i am frustrated, my mind is running a million miles an hour, and most of all, i am fat.
fatty fat fat fat fatty fat fat.
i ate three meals a day; nothing more, nothing less. mostly because i was too scared to order food. it's pathetic that i'll use french around my friends and at school, but in public? fuck it. i can hardly speak to people in english without stuttering, staring at the ground, or making things unbearably awkward. ariana, get a life.
i have french and english and other things i do not want oozing out of my brain. stay back in, please. i do not want this to get messy.
ALORS, J'AI CRÉÉ UN NOUVEAU PLAN.
all healthy food, no yucky-gross-extremely-fattening foods. only exception is if this kind of food is served for dinner when with my parents. for the next seven days, i will report every single calorie i inhale right here. i will do it.
because ariana, this is do or die.