A slightly better morning

...but shitty day.  Fortunately, I didn't wake up with the incessant need to hurl the contents of my stomach into the toilet this morning, but my mouth has felt terrible still as a result.  I don't know if the acid did something or if my mouth is just dry...I think my teeth or rotting, though, because they're extremely sensitive and hurt sometimes when I chew gum.

Moving on, I worked out today, so I'm proud.  I ate about 900 calories (could definitely improve that number) and burned only about 500 at the gym.  I really need to counteract my previous week's bingeing spree because I look like a cow.  I swear that the cows along the road on my way to work are mooing in irritation because they think I've escaped the pasture.  Honestly, I just hate feeling like a man.  Girls are supposed to be dainty not beastly, so what am I?  Some odd kind of man flower?  I would be frightened if I saw me...oh wait, I do, and I'm petrified.  A woman at work told me that I have "the prettiest eyes," which is lovely to hear, but it's my only redeeming quality.

I would really like, also, to move out of my parents' house so that I can wallow in my misery ini peace.  They keep trying to get me to socialize, despite my preference to remain by myself.  For some reason, it is beyond them how people desire different things in the world and how their spawn could possibly not be an exact replica of their personalities. I sound extremely bitter, I know, and perhaps I am, but I want you to know that I really do love my parents.  But when they assume that I am one way when I am not, it irks me...such as when my mom describes me as a "bubbly, happy person."  Do I really seem cheerful to you?  No, probably not, but she's not supposed to know that.  Either I hide things really well and doesn't pay attention or I truly don't know myself at all.  I don't know which is worse.