It felt good to be sweaty and have adrenalin rush through my veins like heroin in an addict. It reminded me how much I missed working out and how fast fat collects on your body when you neglect something as simple as exercise. So tomorrow I'm going to try and renew my membership at the gym so that I can get off my lazy ass and start sculpting it. I feel very isolated from everyone. And I feel this because I'm really trying to accept and realize that F doesn't like me at all, and it is pretty fucking hard.
Humour works most of the time.
And like most times I have a big smile on my face even though I feel like utter shit deep down inside. I pretty much believe even though I know my beliefs aren't true. I find comfort in talking to him because he understands in this way that I can't really explain. I feel comfortable around him and never out of place. He feels like home.