I don't even know if I am going to give this letter to you, but I'm so angry I had to write down my feelings. So, what's your problem? Seriously. Friday you let me run almost 5 miles of pure bliss. You made me like you again. Then Saturday, you turn on me. You were miserable and didn't even let me go 2 miles.
You need to make a choice. Are you going to be with me or against me? I can't handle this wishy washy bull$hit anymore. I want to like you again. At one point, I was totally obsessed with you. Now I do anything I can to avoid you.
Thanks to you, I did not lose a freakin' pound this week for the H.W.C. I had to post on the forum that the scale didn't budge. Thanks alot for that. You could have been helpful, but NOOOOOOOOOOO.
That's all I have to say to you right now so I don't say something I don't mean. Shape up or ship out.
Song of The Day: Break Stuff by Limp Bizkit