the name means absolutely nothing
I feel a little off today. Maybe it’s the holiday season getting to me, maybe I’m getting antsy for adulthood, or maybe it’s the whole Rebecca situation…I just need to stop thinking so much.
I had a mediocre thanksgiving, with only one panic attack. That’s a pretty usual thing in the holiday season for me, panic attacks. I had a stressful day, and ate myself stupid, and then ended up hating myself for (most likely) reversing the 7 or 8 pound weight loss I’d achieved. Oh well, it’s just going to mean more time at the gym this week. Maybe it will help me clear my head.
I’ll try to post tomorrow or the next day, whenever I’m feeling a little lifted.
I'm Lizzy. Or Liz. I'm a seventeen year old from Nashville. I write words here. I like it when people comment on the words I write. Want to know more about me? Carry on my wayward son. (see what I did there? HA.)
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