you're born to quit.

So I did it again. Ahahaha, after I promised myself for what must've been the 85973847508742th time, I ate so much that it hurt and I threw up.

I originally planned for today to be a slow one. I'd wake up late, eat some cereal and spend the rest of the day on the computer. But it was the farthest thing from that, because I had gone to bed at around 4 this morning and my mum woke me up at 9:30, asking me if I wanted to go to this guitar thing at this university. I didn't want to go, but I said why not anyway and I fell asleep on her shoulder throughout the entire performance, only waking up to give my half hearted claps.

Afterwards, I asked if we were going home, but my mum and gramma wanted to go eat instead. I thought about it and shrugged, thinking that I could only eat something small and go home happy. Instead, we go to White Spot. But that's okay too, I ordered an appetizer and an entree, only planning to eat half of each.

Turns out, my mum ordered me a milkshake when I wasn't listening.

So I ended up drinking all of it, 2/3 of my entree and half of my appetizer. I was full as fuck at that point (I've got indigestion aswell, so my stomach bloats up twice its size with even the smallest amount of food), but my mum insisted on getting dessert. We got a slice of cheesecake with blueberry syrup. I ate the whole lot and by the end, I couldn't move.

After what is ten minutes, we got up, paid and then walked back to the bus loop. I walked faster than them from the stop and I was about five minutes home earlier than them. I used the keys I asked from my mum, unlocked the door and went down to the basement. I then started my music and turned on the shower. I took the used toothbrush out of my medicine cabinet, stuck it down my throat and prepared for the worst.

But I didn't get all of it out. I could've if I really wanted to, but a part of me said to just leave it in. On top of breakfast (Apple Cinnamon cheerios, toast and fruit), I guess this wasn't as bad as before. Even though it's only about 4:30pm, I'm expecting to wake up a size bigger tomorrow if I don't go walking.

/: Decisions, decisions. I hate decisions because they always screw my mind up; it almost always takes the wrong one.

Anyway. Best regards to everyone. I hope you're all doing better than I am. D: