Time

I need a Job. 'nough said.

I was negative Calories. Then ate a hot dog. And some texas toast (not all of it, like 3 bites), and pizza for dinner. Basically at least 1000cal. blah.

10cal propel powder things aren't bad I guess if you're sick of no flavor.

I want to be a dietitian I think. But life is so... depressing? Kind of disappointing too. Like. I don't want to screw up. So it makes me sad cause inevitably I will fail at least like half the time.

I want to learn Japanese and be a tiny little girl that could still kick your butt and can handle the stress of a job, boyfriend and awesome grades in school. Whoachaw.

So. Much. Wasted. Time.