This very coming Friday is a pivotal moment in my eighth-grade career. Occurring that night at 7:30 PM, is the beginning of the most talked-about, most planned-for, and most stressed-over social event... well, ever.
At least, if you're fourteen.
And I am...running out of time. I really planned to be perfect by now. Maybe perfect
isn't the word I'm looking for, or at least, I wish it wasn't what I mean. But I have five...four... days left, and I am not ready! I am still chubby, still short, still shy and scared and insecure as I was three months ago, when I pledged to myself (like I do every other week) that I was done-finished-over with being this way.
Well, I still am this way, and I'm this way in a bad way and I can't find a way out. I just want to get away
from myself in any way
that I can, these days. I've failed myself one too many times.
And to top it all off, I'm a complete hypocrite. I write this entry about how I'm going to be good, and diet, and be super-girl this week in preparation, and I pause half way through for another slice of pie! Someone help me...
Today gets a big red X on my calorie chart... shame. I'll do better tomorrow!