I took promos in a special room. (and I missed GP) because I went on crutches for the first time in my life. cuz my foot went crazy and painful and swollen. strangely enough I just realised the pain started on the day of my last post 
anw I still have no idea what happened, perhaps a stress fracture, I know it became worse and worse and it SWELLED and I had no choice. oh and I got injected with steroids (for the first time in my life) to speed recovery. it was so strong I literally saw all white and almost passed out and my parents had to drag me to the car.
anyway promos was fine. but results may not be :X just waiting, waiting.
well I spent my whole day on Youtube (WWE and whatnot) and there’s a ChemO test tmr that I’m going to get 0 for. well I’m disappointed with myself, but what can I do. you can’t reclaim passed time.
I’m really aching(? no this should be after! haha) to GYM but I need to be patient, my foot needs rest. Sometimes I wonder how I suddenly started my gymming obsession, I mean I used to be some fat lazy fuck who thought abs were impossible – okay not that I’m really fit now, but I have made progress – well perhaps it’s sort of a positive feedback thing? that I really saw results, and the results motivate me to continue. ADDICTION ALERT. a healthy one 
but whatever I don’t really care it’s supposed to be mindless anyway as long as it lets off steam and makes me feel good, what’s there to stop me.
Enough of this mindless rambling on to what made me think of writing this post in the first place. Well no one’s supposed to read this blog anymore so no one will see whatever I write here (if you’re a stalker then maybe…you’re MEANT to read my secrets hmm)
so
you’ve just told me you don’t love me anymore
and my whole world’s come crashing down
I used to say
that when my world came crashing down
I want to be in your arms
typical “me&you against the world” style
and it would be perfect
just me, and you,
lying your arms
but you don’t love me anymore.
so I shouldn’t drag you down.
with my world.
But I’ll still love you forever. you’re perfect.
–
maybe I’ll regret posting this one day.
I don’t care.
and since this is a private blog shouldn’t I lock it? well I’m just entertaining the possibility that somewhere somehow there’s someone still reading this and I’m going to find out one day and get really surprised.
I should seek psychiatric help, talking to myself like this.
I feel disturbed by myself.
