I celebrated my 25th birthday 4 weeks ago. I had a really good time with my family and friends. And I just knew I was cute. Until I saw pictures of myself later on. Yeah, I'm gorgeous still, duh. But this excess weight? It has to go. I'm the heaviest I've ever been. Ever.
How did I get here?
Time's up. It's over. The longer I continue to exist like this, the less time I have to actually live.
I'm so over this. I have to make major life changes.