I woke up yesterday and had to use the bathroom, but my friend Joe, who spent the night, was already in there. He came out and wanted me to weigh myself, because he's up over 250 again. I came in at 134. Joe told me his new plan to lose weight was to not eat anything all day except one thing at dinner. I don't suppose it's a coincidence that that is exactly how I eat.

I hate weight. How much everyone cares about it. My dad bought cinnamon toast crunch, which is my favorite cereal by far. I could eat a box of cinnamon toast crunch a day and not get sick of it. But he bought the sugar free kind, becuase he wants to lose weight. He didn't seem happy when I told him that sugar free cereal has pretty much the same calories as regular cereal. And now my dad only drinks diet soda. I got him drinking diet coke and he started mixing his regular coke up with diet coke. Regular coke for lunch, diet coke for dinner, still drinking four sodas a day. Now it's all diet coke.

And now all Joe drinks is diet coke. Or diet dr. pepper. No one likes diet mt dew but me. I feel like I'm some kind of plague spreading acrossed the people I care about here, no, that's not right. I don't feel that way, I'm just worried that I am. That I'm hurting them somehow. What I mostly feel is amused.

Shit. I can't post here. I just can't. My dad knows about, and (at least) occasionally reads, this site. Fucking damn bitch Jennifer, wasn't enough to invade my privacy she had to pass along my fucking personal journal as well. God damnit it's frustrating. I wan't to write what I fucking want to write here and not have to worry about every fucking thing. So much for that.

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