This morning at 11:11, I wished that for one day, my fatass wouldn’t think about taco bell’s crunchy burrito or a big mac or mountains of French fries, or be hyped up on slurpees and cherry coke.
…Usually dreams come true but my fat girl problems never seem to go away!
I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.
I wish I hadn’t worked so hard.
I wish I’d had the courage to express my feelings.
I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.
I wish that I had let myself be happier.
I hate the sound of my own voice.