I may be in the process of buying a house. I am only 21. A house is a big step. A step I apparently need to take. If John dies my mother will not be able to pay for the house. Sell it to me I say. I will make the payments. I will make sure that a roof stays over your head. I will. I am fat. Horribly, grotesquly fat. I weigh nearly 250 pounds. Yes, pounds. I am almost able to qualify as a weeble. I am sick of being fat. I am sick of constantly thinking about food. I have decided to change this. I have decided to lose weight. No more of anything that will clogg my arteries or add pounds to my already huge ass. This is the only problem I have with myself. My obesity. My love handles. My chunky thighs. I am sick of it all. I would be rather attractive if I weren't so huge. I would be pretty, maybe. I will no longer eat junk or grease. I have decided to lose 96 pounds by late July. I will lose a total of 130 pounds before next October. I will and I have too. My sanity depends on it. I got 'happy' all day yesterday and all last night. It felt good. A little too good. It felt nice to be happy. Dani called. I denied her request for me to 'come down to the house.' I didn't want to, so I didn't. I am done for now.