Mmmm. Yeah. No one sent help.

No. Not blaming others. All the blame is on me. Stuck in a rut. Eating like a nut. Laying around, growing my gut. Ah! Poetry. Excellent. A sure sign I am losing my mind.

I=broke.

I=overeater.

I=unhealthy.

I=unhappy.

Blah. I don't even know what to say. I have been avoiding this fucking thing for weeks because I just don't want to deal. I get so tired of dealing. And then I feel guilty because, you know, I could have cancer or living a 3rd World country or be a Bush twin. But jeezus. Life is so fucking hard sometimes. And really, its not.

I don't know. I don't have anything to say. I fell off the wagon and broken almost every promise I made to myself. The only one I kept is the no-Coca Cola promise. Which, great but I am *thisclose* to bathing in the shit. I don't even like myself right now. What the hell happened? WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY #*!(@&!*@& BRAIN?!!?!?!