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Thank you it’s Friday night but I think u just might have hit rock bottom.
It was supposed to be an awesome night, just like how it used to be, dressing up & putting on make up for the party.

But instead, I’m here under a pile of clothes. Pretty dresses, sexy tops, short skirts that I can no longer fit into.
Fuck I can’t even zip some up.

This is the single more devastating realization that can ever happen to any woman.
And it’s not even like I’ve just given birth. Fuck.

I feel like just hide in my room, watch my Big Bang theory & have my ice cream, and call it Friday night.

This is depressing.

Anyway, I finally found something that I can fit in without looking like some dumpling or muffin.

Sigh. This is some depressing shit.


Finally! An illness that force me to eat.
Okay, not exactly that. But doctor did say I really do need to take regular meals & no more skipping of meals for diet purposes. But also, no more binging (or the less possible, uneating).

And no more alcohol or cigarettes.

Yes I have gastritis & this illness has been bugging me since young. That explains the kind-of excitement in my words.
I never think that my bloated-ness is actually an actual illness.

So two weeks treatment for me. Two weeks of regular meals & no dieting no guilt.

With a Big Bang

“Our whole universe was in a hot dense state,
Then nearly fourteen billion years ago expansion started. Wait…
The Earth began to cool,
The autotrophs began to drool,
Neanderthals developed tools,
We built a wall, we built the pyramids,
Math, science, history, unraveling the mysteries,
That all started with the big bang!”

Guess who’s back.

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