Fuck what you think because I'm doing it my own way.
Being on a diet at this age is looked at like its a bad thing. I’m not starving myself, I’m just filling myself with healthier foods. It isn’t something I woke up and wanted to do, its something I put thought into and here is my plan.
I am cutting as many carbohydrates (carbs) out of my eating plan. Less rice, less bread, less… a lot of things. The reason why is because many of the carbs arent good for us.
Less sodium and sugar. Good bye snacks and good bye soda, good bye juice and good bye crackers.
Although I am taking lots of foods out of my daily diet, I am adding more to my plate by intaking more vegetables, fruits and protein. I font count calories, but I rather spend my calories that will benefit me more.
my motivation feeds off of my sadness to try to push myself out of this rut.
Lets be real, I have only been infatuated with lust. Childish hand holding, hugging and pecks. I’ve never been in a serious relationship where people have looked past my exterior.
I don’t talk to many people, I just walk past everyone and they’re comments. I try not care much about what others say about me, but that slight amount of curiosity always leads me to overthinking these things.
I find myself constantly back in this rut where I’m sad and negative.
Every night, I lay on my bed in hopes that I can fall asleep. Darkness creeps upon the night and I try not to think. A brain filled with emptiness becomes empowered by fear, anger, tears and raw emotions. I try my hardest to fight whatever these may be, but I react sheepishly. Stillness is all I can do while the time passes by quickly. From mediocre to what some say is psychotic.