It's going. It's going slowly. It's so damn slow I wanna tear my hair out everyday I look in the mirror and it looks like nothing has changed. One pound a week is barely anything and I wanna quit. I hate how I look and I hate that I can't change it faster. I hate that I gained all the weight as a kid because of abuse and mental illness and I never even got the chance to be healthy. Fuck. I hate how hard doing the right thing is.
This is just a rant and I'll delete if it's not allowed, but goddamn this is hard
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