The Exercise Regime for the Dyeing Gentleman

Whenever I end up napping or losing consciousness, it’s horrifying because mostly of the grief it would cause my mother, who it stubborn in how she clings to the living.

Sigh, I don’t know what to say.

Beyond that I can’t really tell because she owns my life and gets insane with anger any time I say something like that about her here, in my personal, anonymous blog. Which makes no snese.

In short, she’s psychic, and a negative force in my life.

But in person we’re chill.

I need to go eat more.

I got some secondary healthy insurance thanks to the state. I guess that’s how it works.

Still fat. Trying to work out. Trying to burn.

Ugh. So many scars.

Mostly just need to exercise like a fucking health demon. Srsly.

That’s about it for now…

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