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so i went outside and i lay in my hammock, and i asked myself the ever-puzzling question: am i happy? looking around at the birds and the trees, and watching the big rigs drive along the highway, i decided that i am, honestly and incredibly, happy. with one key problem.
so my key problem is food.
so when i was ten years old my dad used to call me fat and tell me that i needed to stop eating so much. thus beginning my unhealthy relationship with nourishment. well i haven't had any big problems with this until this week. this week i didn't eat much of anything at all, and this morning i woke up feeling the weakest i've ever felt. it's scary not being sure if you have the energy to stand up. why this week? well this week something was missing from my life that i've had consistently for over a year. lips to kiss. i'm imagining that it wasn't the boy himself who caused this lapse in my healthy eating, but my oral fixation on, and constant desire for his lips (which are quite godly, i might add). i don't know... this self-analysis isn't going much of anywhere, but getting down that i know is helping.
so do me a favor. if you see me, ask me what i've eaten today (i won't lie, i promise), and if it doesn't sound like enough, shove some shit down my throat. i'll appreciate it later.
justin calls my hair my "puff of doom"
the sword earring given to me by ella
salvation army skirt
this was meant to show off the slip i got at the op shop, but you can't see it at all. oh well.
the shirt simon gave me to wear home the other day has squirrels on the sleeve.
you know something?
i just love the way that my grown out highlights look.
so everything is cool. i'm just the melodramatic loser who forgot that that's just how her boyfriend is. remind me next time.
&&♥♥♥dYNOMITE!!!!
so my key problem is food.
so when i was ten years old my dad used to call me fat and tell me that i needed to stop eating so much. thus beginning my unhealthy relationship with nourishment. well i haven't had any big problems with this until this week. this week i didn't eat much of anything at all, and this morning i woke up feeling the weakest i've ever felt. it's scary not being sure if you have the energy to stand up. why this week? well this week something was missing from my life that i've had consistently for over a year. lips to kiss. i'm imagining that it wasn't the boy himself who caused this lapse in my healthy eating, but my oral fixation on, and constant desire for his lips (which are quite godly, i might add). i don't know... this self-analysis isn't going much of anywhere, but getting down that i know is helping.
so do me a favor. if you see me, ask me what i've eaten today (i won't lie, i promise), and if it doesn't sound like enough, shove some shit down my throat. i'll appreciate it later.
justin calls my hair my "puff of doom"
the sword earring given to me by ella
salvation army skirt
this was meant to show off the slip i got at the op shop, but you can't see it at all. oh well.
the shirt simon gave me to wear home the other day has squirrels on the sleeve.
you know something?
i just love the way that my grown out highlights look.
so everything is cool. i'm just the melodramatic loser who forgot that that's just how her boyfriend is. remind me next time.
&&♥♥♥dYNOMITE!!!!