Truth is,

Me mom makes me feel like such a whore whenever she brings up the subject of giving me an iPhone/BlackBerry/car/whatever if I go back to 51 kilos.

When I told this to my classmates, they, well, reacted in such a way I thought "Really, guys?". One reaction was: "What are you waiting for? Get a sweater and run to the mile, run it a couple of times and you'll get what you want."

I do want to loose that extra weight, I am so not comfortable with it. But the thing is, there's a thing, there's always a thing, I do not want to do it like that. I do not want me mom to feel that I lost those five kilos because she said she would give me an iPhone (which of course I want.)

Anyways, I just finished watching the pilot episode for The Big C. The story of a woman that is told she has cancer and she tells no one. The thing is that she's a teacher and there is a student, who's fat, right? So, spoiler here, don't think it matters a lot but anyways, she tells her student that she'll give her I don't know how much for every I don't know how many ounces she goes down. Because, you know, she's like, dying, and the student is, well, like dying too, cause she's like, you know, all fat and all. So yeah, the student's all like "sure thing, this skinny bitch will meet ya on Fridays". Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday. Yesh.

so, yeah.

RANT OFF.

pensándolo bien...

Sigo sin saber que chingados pasó.

Sólo quiero que alguien me explique.

You know that I miss you, right?

Even thought every now and then I get the urge to write you I won't.
Today I will, only that it won't be directly.
I miss you.
I want you to tell me "I told you so", and for me to cry on your imaginary shoulder, but your nor here, you never were and you never will.

I still don't trust you, nor I will,
and that's why I write this.
To tell you, once again, that I miss your lies.