I felt prettier.
I wanna be prettier.
I wish I wasn't planning on eating crap tonight.
I need to start running.
And doing crunches.
And exercising outside of school.
I need to curl or straighten my hair.
I need to put on make up.
I need to actually try to look good this semester.
Next semester starts my "senior" year.
I'm set to graduate early if I don't screw up.
I only get two more semesters.
One Prom.
One last year to lose weight and get where I need to be.
Two more semesters to be "the pretty one".
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