I've been having dysmorphia with my body again. I need to lean out. My arms and everything is just too big. I don't like it. It's not even a good kind of big. I'm just big and it makes me want to shred myself apart.
Yujiro in Tekken gets announced as an ender to the past week of nonstop good things happening to me feels like it should be an omen but instead feels like the exact opposite of that. I'm so anxious because surely something bad is still supposed to happen right? Or is it over?
My bday starts with lack of sleep (as usual) and a flat tire in my rental upon arriving to the location I’m visiting. Please don’t let this be a sign of how the week is gonna go. This can’t be it.
Nothing has gone right for nearly a year now. However, we take small wins where we can.
Despite my life being at the pinnacle of depression and stress I am somehow still on track for my summer fitness goal.
I just need to lock back in for the next two months to really get there.
I stopped working out after moving in March but due to being in a perpetual state of moving and working labor intensive jobs for the past couple months I am now even more built than before. My muscle definition is crazier than ever wtf
Too many friendships and relationships are quite fickle. It's interesting how easily a bond can seemingly be tarnished or broken. Even worse when certain matters are out of the control of both parties.
Trying to convince my father to let me inherit his acoustic guitar so I can play an instrument again. I miss composing and playing music. A guitar is nice to have especially since I can't get a cello anytime soon. I want to thoroughly learn more piano someday too.
Against all odds, once again, I shall reclaim my life. This time I'll have no other choice but to succeed.
No matter what, I'll brave this path with everything I have.
I've awoken to toxic relationships. Being toxic is liberating in its own way. I've been missing out. (Been reading too many toxic romance manga lately)