Dear Diary,
A negative. I tested and it's negative. I'm sitting here crying my eyes out, and I'm not sure what I'm most upset about – that I'm not pregnant, or that all this bloody liver-cleansing diet has been for nothing. I'm going nuts. I'm in tears, and I can't eat chocolate. What am I DOING to myself? This just isn't natural.
Wait a minute. What am I thinking? I'm at home by myself. There's a 24hour service station down the road. They sell chocolate. Who's to know if I break this stupid diet? It's not like I'm actually trying to cleanse my liver. All these vegetables have numbed my brain. Bye.
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