Pozuhtivitee.

I realize how fucking down in the dumps I've been lately. And how "oh, poor me, my life fucking sucks" I've been.
And it's time to stop.


It's time to get positive. The sun is shining, the snow is finally melting, and it's time to be just as bright and happy as the outside world is.

For starters; no more setting myself up to fail.
This means not going to the grocery store.
Or, if I must go, I will not ask for Cadbury/bread/Tostitos/cheese/Pocky/crackers/potatoes.
I will ask for apples and celery and chicken broth.
I'm going to do my best to get down to 150 by the play. I will not eat tremendous amounts of food, and I will take all money out of my wallet so as not to tempt me.

I will stop thinking about how much everyone prefers my friend C over me. I will not stress over the fact that I have no date for the prom, as the guy I actually had thought might asked me asked another girl (not that I care, he's my friend and she's the sweetest freaking thing ever. He'd just been all over lately, which confused me).



And finally, I will paint my nails yellow as an outward symbol of my newfound optimism.