This sucks.

I have a rash on my chest. I have bruises and scars all over my knees- you would think that I spend my day on my knees doing God knows what... My arms look fat. I have cellulite on my ass- no matter how many miles I blade. I have empty stomach syndrome- I am hungry- Am I empty inside? Not nutritionally. I like wine. Wine makes you fat. I reward myself with a glass of wine because I flossed- like a 5 year-old being rewarded with candy for brushing their teeth- NOT A GOOD THING. I have to THINK to write this blog. That is the suckiest thing ever- because I make it a point never to think about anything but how soft my hair is and what my next meal will be. Damn all of you. Making me work for friendship- y'all are sick.