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Ugh.

I feel fat. Fat and ugly. Fat and ugly and disheveled.

My hair is a mess. My stuff is a mess. My socks have holes, and my car is falling apart in a million different ways.

Not feeling very cheery right now, can you tell?

Oh, headache too, how lovely.

You know, all I have to do is look in a mirror to start thinking things like, "Why the hell is Eric with ME? What does he even see in me?" etc. etc.

Anyway, I'm tired. That's it for now.