^reblogging again for that gif
I ran 4.40 miles today. Farthest I’ve ever ran. I’m kinda proud. But my legs are on fire. And I’m still nowhere near my goal weight. And Disney is in exactly 20 days. And I have to wear a bikini in front of the a decent portion of the Senior class.
I wish I could just move my fat around.. I’d have bigger boobs.
Honestly, today is the worst fucking day ever. I’m so sick of this. I work my GODDAMN ass off and all for what? For NOTHING. Clearly it’s for nothing.
Fuck everything. I don’t know what I bother trying anymore.
Literally, so done.
really just having the toughest week.. why am i being tested right now? i don’t need this.
i just want to escape from myself for a little while.
or be anyone else.
After my Zumba class was finished, a random girl came up to me and pointed to my shirt. She smiled and said, ‘Is that a Blogilates shirt? I’ve seen them on my Tumblr - It’s so nice to see them on an actual person!” And I was like… OH MY GOD SOMEONE HAS SPOKEN OF TUMBLR IN REAL LIFE AND KNOWS MY SHIRT.