Sunday, 9 December 2012
09:08:20 PM (GMT)
I hate being so stressed.
I hate having high expectations for myself.
I hate dissappointing my mom.
I hate knowing my priorities are so out of wack.
I shouldn't be so worried about my weight; I am not that big, and I know that. And
yet, I continue to stress over calories and exercise. Then, even after what seemed
like so much effort to keep myself in line, I find myself making zero progress,
leading to more stress.
Society sucks. Not to blame my problems on it or anything, because I think that's
pathetic. I mean, so many people like to blame all their their problems on everyone
else in the world, they believe all their flaws are the faults of the impacts of
others. I take responsibility for my fucked up view of myself. But society sure
doesn't help, putting images of the "perfect girl" up in malls, movies, television
shows, store windows, etc. It isn't easy to get over insecurities while the society
seems to be supporting them.
I don't know what the point of this is.
Just venting, I guess.
So uh. The end.