I've finished the first chapter of OotS, and I'm almost halfway through the second. I've collected photos of what I've imagined the characters to look like in my mind, and so far I'm pretty happy with how it's taking shape. My phone is fucked up right now, but that's a different story (and I don't even know what's wrong with it).
I ran a mile today (for the first time ever), but not all at once. I didn't want to risk injuring my ankle or my legs. Isn't it ironic? In a way, I've been running my whole life. I've only just recently started running literally. I love pushing myself to my limits and seeing how far I can go.
I've been fighting the urge to cut all week and thank God I've been strong enough to resist. I want a drink soo badly, but I need to cut back. I'm running a dangerous risk becoming an alcoholic and I'm not even 20 years old yet. I have an addictive personality. I hope I never want to try drugs...I'll be seriously fucked.
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