Over the past month and a bit...

I got down to 65 kilos, got back up to 70.. wanted to cry because of it. Down to 68. Feels better than being 70. The idea of 70 makes me feel sick to the core, and to think that I was once 74 kilos. /dies.

Year 11 is great but very stressful.

Came 23rd (out of over 300) for year 11 girls cross country; 3-4km or something.

I'm getting about 4-7 hours of sleep a night if even..

I am slowly vixing up my nutrition. I slip most days, but less and less as time goes by.
I'm not going superbly, but it is going just a little which is what I need.

I'm having depressive tendencies more and more often. It's frightening me.

I yearn to be loved by another so dearly that it feels overpowering and special and fantastic.. and happy.

That's about all I have for the soap box today.
Hardly anyone (if anyone at all) reads this so ehh..
If someone out there is, Hello. I am truly shocked you exist, though glad you do.

Probably post again in a weeks time when I have something more exciting to talk about rather than just about numbers and repetitive feelings.

Though, now that I've had a flash of a memory...
Today I tried on some rather skimpy, cheeky looking undies, including a g-string (or a thong, depending where in the world you live). Felt surprisingly good .. haha.
Most people, when you've reached a major weightloss goal reward themselves with some hot skinny jeans or a tight lace dress or something.. Me? I'll be throwing out my underwear and buying a whole new set of far smaller, prettier more feminine/sexy/girly undies. Yep. That's the plan.

Oh and I think I like about 4 boys, and maybe 1 other likes me. But I'm just a crazy, deluded student with an over-active imagination. So it's probably just my hopes and such manefested as pretend affections haha.
Joy.