There will come a time, you'll see...

Ok, so I'm back. Back at square one, weight-wise.

In other aspects of life I'd like to think I've advanced somewhat, and yet, I am still haunted by the past.

I've been meaning to come back for a while now but as per usual always postponing, procrastinating, making excuses. But now I have a deadline. 8 weeks. 8 weeks exactly to prove a fucking point.

I saw him tonight. Or rather, he saw me. And walked on by like I wasn't there. But I could feel his eyes on me. I waited until he had past and then glanced to confirm my gut instinct. Cunt. With her looking her usual gorgeous and tiny self. I felt like spewing. And crying. Simultaneously.

The end.