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…