These past weeks have just been horrible. It’s just like i try right, and everything goes wrong. I’m trying to get in shape for graduation and the luncheon. I have a feeling next month is going to kill me. By June 12, i HAVE to have a flat stomach. I just have to. I mean that’s Springfield and I’m wearing tank tops and a skirt with flip flops. I mean you just have to look good for that.

June 17, is Navy Pier. It’s not too important. I just still have to look good. By June 20th, i should at least have shaped legs for the luncheon. I have to be PERFECT by at least June 23, which is graduation day. Workout everyday after school and eat salads. Drink water and /or Crystal Lite. It’s all i can do. Fruits and vegetables only. I can’t cheat. I mean it will be hard. By August 16th, i should be at least 100 so i could wear a bikini to Wisconsin Dells. I want to look good. I mean it’s my last year and by September, i should be still perfect. Cause I’m probably going to end up going to my sister’s school. The one where al the girls i hate are going to go. I just hate it! I mean how can you force me to a school that i just won’t go to?

Anyways, i can hardly believe this year has gone by so fast. Next thing i know it it’ll be around September time. Starting school. Maybe it’s cause this year’s coming to an end. I’m so going to miss Heather and Selena. They both have helped me get through this year. Yes we’ve had our fights. But I’m the one who has always started them, and apologized. 8th grade is going to be over and done with in about a month or so.

This year so far I have:

-Stopped with Ed and SH for a couple of months.
-Gone to see Red/Seether in Concert. (It was the Flyleaf Concert, but they cancelled it.)
-Had Happy days
-Had sucky days
-Been outside in the rain
-Had my heart broken by a stupid crush
-Stopped realizing that LOVE is real
-Stopped loving
-Stopped feeling
-Been outside in cold weather (hehe)
-Ate McDonald’s.
-Ate fatty foods
-Ate salads
-Drank LOTS of water
-Won a Young Authors competition
-Got my story submitted to (maybe) be turned into a script
-Had BEST friends
-Fought with them
-Fought with Family

And that’s about it so far. All i have to say is that i hope things turn out better for me in high school. Don’t even say that high school everything’s going to get tough. Yes i know. But hopefully I’ll be one of the few who try to be ‘perfect’ and try not to screw up my life. Ha! That inevitable. I know I’m going to screw it up. Probably get into parties and sneak out or something. I don’t really know.

We might move. Or so I heard today this morning. Typical Mexican family. Fighting about money and houses early on the last weekend day. I hope we move. I’m tired of this house and all the shit I’ve done here. It’s like i need something new. Something to refresh my whole person. New high school, new people, new house, and new neighbourhood. I know if i keep living here, I’m bound to relapse even more than I already have. I’ve tried to stop, but with all these people i know, who keep shoving food in my face, I’m bound to make it happen, again. I just want to move and start anew. Cause at this rate, i don’t see my future. I want to be free from this. And i can’t do it with all these memories.

Later. ♥.enika.™