I'm not taking any more shit.

I'm finally starting to lose weight (I know! took it's time didn't it!!) and everyone's trying to force food down my throat. Everyone in this house cares about themselves above everyone else, and I am no longer going to be the pathetic little girl who goes out of her way to please the greedy bastards.

oooh I feel a rant coming on!!

Did I mention that I paid the boyfriend's mortgage the other day? yeah. He only gave me £40 towards the £230 I paid. And then THE SAME DAY he goes out and buys a £78 pair of shoes, and £40 on a pair of jeans. I was quite literally disgusted.

Oh yeah, and yesterday? He went and got himself an iPad!!! A FUCKING iPAD!!

Arrgh it infuriates me how everyone thinks about themselves. He started bitching on about how he 'works so hard for his money'. He earns peanuts. Literally, every month he fucking whines about how he's constantly in his overdraft, and how he can't afford to live. And then he wastes what little money he does have - and lies about how much it costs! He made me lie to his mum about the shoes - and he does it in such an effortless manner, that I wonder what else he lies to me about, to be honest.

So why the fuck should I go out of my way to get fat, just to please them? They can quite literally
Fuck. Right. Off.

So I've eaten a couple of 84 cal biscuits, and two pieces of buttered toast. yeah, that is the downside to my day... I was doing so well, BUT on the other handdd, I'm going to do rather a lot of exercise tonight, and I am point blank refusing dinner.

I'm going back onto my diet pills too... I'm not waiting any longer... I have to be perfect by my birthday!