Oh, no!

My sweet-dream-beach holidays are over, and with them all the positivism and happiness around me. Only three days left until my birthday and all the teen feelings hidden inside me hit my brain with new strength.
First, there is all these crazy boys stuff. Do I really have to choose one of them? Why, Esse? It is too difficult to have one. One, kind and blonde and sweet. The other one, dark and misterious and sexy.
And no one of them is who I want them to be...
Then there is my weight again. How the hell can it stay so static? Im so horrible, I hate myself, I HATE MYS...
Ok, stop, ladie. There's NO MORE FUCKING DRAMA ON THIS. I'm wonderful, and smart, and people love me so I love me too!
Simple. Boh.