Today I felt so melancholy. Like really down in the dumps. I kind of just laid in bed all day and did nothing. Maybe my dosage on my anti-depressant needs to be upped. I don't know, it's just frustrating. 

I think I know what's wrong with me. I did it, I did it again. I fell in love. Why? Why? Why? I fall in love with someone who wouldn't want me. When I have my gastric bypass, I won't be a prisoner in my own body anymore. No one can judge me for being fat anymore. They will see a regular girl on the outside and have to talk to me to get to see the inside.

This is the new beginning. 

No more lies. 

"Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free."  John 8:32