Hurt
Life story right there. Maybe it’s time I start a new chapter? Perhaps a brighter and happier one? I’d like that. Read more…
A mouth full of regret.
Today is a blah day so far. Well, earlier this morning was great but since I went to bed and woke up since it’s been rather unimportant. You see, I went to bed at about 6:35am. I wonder why. I do stay up for a reason... I woke up to a call from my mom asking if I’d want to go to lunch. I took her up on the offer. We went to this mexican restaurant where I had something with chicken in it. Because chicken is the most amazing… Other than the passive conversation we had going, nothing eventful happened. Food came, we ate, we parted ways.
I hear it’s unhealthy and frowned upon to vomit after meals. I don’t do so but I regret every meal I eat. It doesn’t matter what it is. It could be a massive feast or a few grapes and strawberries. I feel sick, depressed almost, after every single meal. As I have stated before, I have managed to shed my past body. Yet a little bit of it still lingers, and I despise it. I want to get rid of it and never worry about it again.
What a fickle thing. I’ve come so far but I become the most judgemental and cruel as I’m reaching the finish line.
Boots.
I don’t really know what world problem I’m going to solve by making this post but I’m going to give it a go. It’s been raining here for the past two days non-stop. Meaning there are a lot of puddles and all that. And I’ve noticed that a lot of girls are suddenly wearing boots. And I don’t mean the kind that are fine to wear whenever you want. I’m talking about those ones. Those up there. They are winter boots. They look absolutely retarded on you when you’re wearing jeans and nothing but a t-shirt.
That is all. I think I just cured a disease.
spin me right round
I am, at 5:09pm, in one of the best moods I’ve been in for the past year. I don’t know why or how, maybe it’s listening to The Bird and the Bee or that I got 12 hours of sleep or that I’m writing just this cute little story, but I can’t stop smiling and sometimes even giggling. I don’t know if life is good, or even if I have a right to be happy right now but dammit I am. If this is how it feels to get 12 hours of sleep every night then count me in.
