That's just it. I'm not sure. Not sure what to do with myself anymore. I'm sick of fighting everything. I'm fighting my husband, my weight, my depression. I'm sick of it. I just want to be. Just be. I wish I didn't have emotions, or body fat for that matter. Seriously, the only think keepng me from not burrying myself 6 feet under is my son. He seriously is THE ONLY reason. And that makes me sad that my life has amounted to this much hate. I hate my husband, myself, my job. Who is this woman I became? I don't know myself, nor do I like myself. And I'm sad. I'm just sad. I fasted 2 days instead of 3. Proud I made it 2days? Me too. But the third day I had to eat, my whole family was over my new home. *Sigh* Oh well. The 2nd day actually wasn't too bad. The first was hell. Hunger pangs suuuuck. Anyways, I got alot to catch up on. I'll blog later.