just another story

The boy and other friends of ours are all going out to dinner tonight. A nice 'dress up' dinner. That means I have to look somewhat presentable and actually brush my hair. I'm working all day though and I will probably only have a whole 15 minutes to get ready, but I'll do my best. I haven't been feeling to happy about myself the past week. Feelings of hate have wandered into my brain. I HATE how fat I am. I HATE IT. And I'm not really that fat, sadly. I hate how I think bad thoughts. It makes me grumpy. I'm going to do my best tonight thought to pretend I look pretty in my dress. It will be hard to think those thoughts though.