Weird.

Today I am very depressed.

Apart from the fact that I just cut my hair and I hate it, there is also the fact that I kenot seem to diet.

I just kenot stop snacking.

I just kenot stop eating sweet stuff.

And that is resulted on the fact that I kenot seem to find any nice clothes for CNY. Because I have become TOO FAT.

Yes, I can fit in clothes. But what is even the point when I look so horribly like a hippopotamus in them?!

And oh yes. I forgot to complain about my financial status.

I AM BROKE.

It is the festive season and I am supposed to be enjoying and buying new clothes but I kenot seem to get in the mood.

That is because when I do find clothes which are halfway decent, I don’t have money to buy them.

How about the fact that there are these weird insect bites which are slowly taking over my body?

I swear I am all scarred right now. And the worst part is I have no idea where all these bites came from.

Actually, that isn’t the worst part. The worst is the fact that they are so bloody itchy (pun; you will get it at the end of the sentence) that more often than not I would scratch the hell outta my skin until it becomes all lacerated and bloody. (There. Pun. Btw, not intended)

And besides all of that, I kenot seem to garner my vocabulary skills to come up with more varied phrases in this blog post.

All I seem to use is “I kenot seem” (4 times now) and “the fact that” (5 times) because I am too bloody (THIS TOO! 3 times now!) BORING to think up any interesting ways to form my sentences.

So you can see why I am so depressed.

I was quite satisfied with the way my hair looked before I went cuckoo and layered it, and that was also pushing because I wasn’t ENTIRELY jazzed by the way my hair usually frizzed and stood blandly on my head before I layered it.

That is because before this, my hair was just abit past the in between process of growing longer after a shocking short haircut. So it was looking pretty decent.

I had a bob cut before this. Then I decided to let it grow out. (So that explains the process of letting my growing longer after a shocking short haircut.)

About 5 months before my hair was long enough to look gorgeous, it was hanging just on my shoulders and they kept curling like the world was theirs and made me look so freaking OLD.

Finally, they grew out to be long enough to look passably hot and only about 2 months of enjoying my returned confidence, STUPID me went and LAYERED IT.

And now it’s back to its disgusting wavy and frizzy state.

FML.

About my body weight?

I have been on holiday since mid December of last year.

So that technically means I have been binging and lazing at home doing nothing for two weeks now. So, the weight started to PILE UP.

And now I look like a freaking elephant.

FML.

MONEY?

None to spend. But so much to buy.

FML.

FML FML FML.

UGLY HAIR, UGLY BODY, UGLY BANK ACCOUNT.

NO WONDER I AM DEPRESSED.

I even at one point got so frustrated that I promised my boyfriend that I would TRY DIETING WITH ALL MY MIGHT to look like Sora Aoi later so that it is me he fantasizes about when he masturbates in future instead of some cute Japanese porn star.

This is quite disturbing.

Is he technically cheating on me?

Well if that counts for cheating then I must have cheated on him SO MANY TIMES with SO MANY HOT MEN.

I shall not mention whom for want of protecting your respect and judgement of me.

But I guess the fact that (6th time!) I practically just gave away the secret that I do fantasize about guys already warped your mind beyond repair.

FML

And also, I am so sorry for the mindfuck when you accidentally imagined me masturbating.

I guess you did not imagine it until I mentioned it in the previous sentence so I am sorry again.

GOODBYE. (before I say more catastrophic things.)