Sunday, June 10

Sunday morning blues.

When your aunt says "You're fifty one kilograms already?!" upon seeing your weight, you know that they judge you even though they're family.
Thanks for the emotional boost, auntie. I know I'm fat already thanks very much.
Maybe I should get back to that regime wherein I run on alternate days.
Or you know what? I shall just stop eating in school.
'Cause I'm already ugly. I don't want to be fat on top of that.
Sigh.
Not good enough. Never good enough.