No words to say.

I don't know what the matter with me. I don't know why I ate. Why I ate a lot. A lot of food. 
I know why I don't know my current weigh ... 'Cause I don't want to know it. Obviously. 
Why I eat while I fell like a fat girl, a big cow ? Because my stomach cries ? Of course not. It's just because I want to eat. In my head, when I'm hungry, it's like a crowded street. And, to stop this mess, I eat. What I eat ? Nothing that is really fat or sweet ... Just something, that I am going to regret but what I eat.


I have still say today like the other days : Tomorrow, I promise. 


Tomorrow, okay. I'll do it. I'll weigh myself. I'll see the truth.