i'm on fire.
i feel rather devious right now. i just bought laxatives and some new diet pills. No, i do not plan on combining the two because i still have a brain. However if i had a rational mind i would not have purchased those supplements and i would live life on a 3-meal-a-day basis and let them rot within my bowels while i actually accept food as an ally in life and not analyze my reasonably normal relationship to pieces of despair. i don't understand how i can process deep philosophical concepts in my head and be completely incapable of deciding what cd to listen to in the car. i don't understand why physical affection given to me hardly stirs any sensations, even by the most attractive boy i have ever been exposed to. i hate being fickle.