happy. for real na yan! promise! haha.
I am now 88 pounds. Grabe. The heaviest I've been since the day I started losing weight. And as we all know, my happiness is relatively proportion to my weight. So just guess how so much better I'm doing.
Of course I keep on telling myself I'm so much better.
I'm a whole person.
I've decided to become a little bit selfish again. Take care of yourself. Guys can take care of themselves, and I need to help myself again. It's a combination of Macci 2005 and Macci 2008. What do you know, ayt?
Little stuff about my day?
I've been doing Photogs. Learning. Experimenting. All that shit. I mean, what else is there to do, right?
Don't sweat the small stuff. Life will start at 23. 22? I don't know. Just keep on living.
This, btw, is the healthiest I've been too. I mean if I stop smoking this would so very much be despite the drinking. Long sleeping hours. Lots of food.