Dear Diary,
This feels like a betrayal. I haven't felt this betrayed since they killed Stringer Bell on The Wire. And believe me, that hurt. I think it's because you hate me. Which is surprising because I treat you with so much love and respect. Huh? Oh. Yesterday and everyday before that? I was only trying to make you better. Plus did you see how hard Denzel went on that guy in Training Day? You got off easy. I didn't even shoot you. Ok, yeah. Not this time. Fine. But what you've done is much worse. I've done my part. I ate right. Fruit for breakfast, chipotle for lunch, and some beef and rice for dinner. The closest I got to making a questionable decision involved eating a single piece of licorice. I rode the bike for 15 miles and got to sleep earlier than usual. And you reward me by adding to the pound gained column? Well...f*** you. F*** the scale too. And you guys wonder why you don't have any friends. You're some betraying a** b***hes.
PS. I'm easily at the last notch on my belt. You need to catch up to my progress. Once this belt is useless, I'll use it to beat you when you're insolent.
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