Amy got proposed to yesterday in front of the Eiffel tower in Paris. She’s only been seeing the guy a few months. I’m happy for her, but I’m kind of jealous too. I really wish that I could get swept away like that, and just be deleriously happy.

She did say I could be maid of honour and that we could go dress shopping, which cheered me up a bit. It seems like everyone’s growing up and finally leaving me behind.

Been on a slump recently. Starting eating junk food again, stopped working out for the past week, and I feel like shit. I can definitely now see how a healthy diet and 30 mins of exercise a night can boost your mood. Ugh.