Dearest D**khead,
Here I am. Huh? Don't talk s**t to me. I didn't promise you s**t! I said I'd see you tomorrow and though its late, its still tomorrow. Well its actually today, but yesterday today was tomorrow, so go f*** yourself. Look don't start complaining. I explained it perfectly. Me and my perfect imperfections. But my imperfections are part of my character. Huh? I'm not that type of character a**hole. Do you think I'm here to make you laugh? Well I'm not. I'm just trying to get by and I'm not making you any promises. I'm just gonna break them. Thats why I just usually tell you about what I did. Not what I am going to do. It just leads to me breaking promises to you. Not that I promised you s**t. For example, I said I was gonna ride the bike yesterday. Didn't happen. I got caught up with Big Love and had to finish the series. I laid around all day watching and eating. I ate healthy enough. Sandwich with egg whites, spinach and turkey bacon for breakfast. Chicken sandwich for lunch. Figured I'd be ok on that stuff since I was forgoing the workout. Boy was I wrong. That weight came back in a mean way. Huh? Changing the subject on me, ok. Did I cry? What kind of f***ing question is that? Of course I cried dammit! I can't even blame it on the hormones. It might have been the fact that they killed Bill at the end, or the bad writing or the fact that I wanted to kill Nicki, or the fact that I reached the end of another good HBO series after watching for years and was rewarded with another s**tty finale. Oh and speaking of s**tty finales...Huh? You wish I was done with you. I'm just gonna keep doing this out of spite. When you run out of pages I'll just buy more. Now shut the f*** up so I can talk about s**tty finales. Today was my last day off of work for disability. I go back on Monday. I'm hoping that I will get back on the grind, since I have to go back to the grind. Maybe things will feel normal again and I can start working out again. I'm gonna try to do better. I promise.
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