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Russell Brand on this morning.
oh my gosh. i have no idea what my obsession is with him.
me: *touches the cookies to see if they’re cooked*
mom: you mess with that after you’ve just messed with your phone, are you trying to make me ill? hmm?
me: *puts the tray down, walks off upstairs*
Honestly - I don’t know why I bother. Why even have a daughter if you’re going to be ungrateful and sarcastic? No sorry, I wasn’t trying to make you ill, I was trying to see if they were cooked so you had something to eat when you come home from work or when you’re peckish or whilst you’re on your break at work or after your tea. Sorry for trying to do something nice, I know it’s not that isn’t anything special but do you know how triggering it is for me to bake? I enjoy it yes, but it still triggers me when I am touching food, smelling food. It makes me want to eat but I know that I can’t because when I do I will hate myself for days.
i seriously need to stop eating.
3:49am
Im wide awake. I’ve had all the sleep I need. Brilliant, only like another 6/7 hours until Andy wakes up!
I am quite literally drowning in my own sweat!
It feels like I’ve ran a marathon or something and I’ve done nothing in comparison to usual.
I was doing the crap. Then attempting to get the ball through the hoop in Andys room and then I started playing with his football: throwing it up in the air and catching it with my feet ~ not gonna lie I was in hysterics at myself because of the amounts of times Andy pooped his pants as I kept missing it haha
That was possibly a great way to lift my mood because it was fun and I had to concentrate on the ball and not think of anything else otherwise I’d get a ball land in my face. I think I might do that more often!
Also - IM GETTING A FISH WOOOOOOOOOO!
