Black latte

I have got to take my sleeping pills. I cannot spend my nights twirling at bed and watching the time every twenty minutes. I woke up rather energetic, surprisingly. Had my coffee and prepared to study. I study on the floor, I find it very powerful to sit on the floor. I feel connected to the earth, somehow. Craziness.

I made a deal with myself. No sweets for a month. I don't care if I haven't eaten for three days and all I have is ice cream, I won't eat anything sweet until October. My only treat will be sugar free jello. I only eat salad, cheese, coffee and chicken breast and I manage to screw things up with ice cream or chocolate binging.

So no.

I want my next order from Asos to have some pretty awesome things that this time I get to wear and feel great. I want to feel pretty again.

Can I tell you a secret? I don't like the fact that suddenly I became the ..second friend. I don't mean ugly, just that I was used everybody to like ME, not my friend. I'm a total bitch, I know. It just brings me down when everyone we meet likes E, even though she's got my style and copies (in a good way) my attitude. But shhh, don't tell. I am a good friend and she is too, just I find it annoying. I have to get over it, get slowly off my high horse (I guess) and feel pretty again.

And be happy for my friend, ideally.

In other news, I have a girl-crush on Mila Kunis.