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Well, let's see.
I've been ok, under the circumstances, i suppose.
I went slightly insane the other night. It seems to happen when the sun falls around eight thiry or so. I hallucinated one night. That was odd.
Now, you ask? Now, i'm just reading Harry Potter. Page three seventy three. I would like to just keep reading; it's somewhat like a TV show on paper. Much love to JK Rowling.
And on the truthful side of things, though you may not dare tell a soul, I miss him. Not that I could be with him right now anyway, but I miss thinking that he'd be happy to see it say "genny cell" on his cell phone. It hurts to think that he was never really happy to see that...
Boredom is terrible. My mind is beginning to rot, some. I did some crunches, which helped in more ways than one.
I haven't been eating myself out of the house, but I've been eating much more than I eat in a single day--even two days, perhaps-- and it's purely because I am at home and there is nothing to do. So I realize, hey! it's two thirty in the afternoon, maybe I should eat some lunch. Today, i ate all three servings that came in the ravioli package. Granted, i didn't eat dinner, really, but it's good i didn't! I'd had a few meals just in that amount of ravioli. Not to mention all the chocolate milk.
I disgust myself on occassion. I wish i could get my body to get rid of all the food i eat.but. it just won't. and i feel extremely sick for a few hours and it just won't come back up...bah. i hate food.
PS. My hair cut--it's difficult. I don't think I like it too much. It's a lot of work, i believe, and it's much too thin. It's perfect for making liberty spikes, though. It's basically all one length the whole way around. Probably four or five inches. And I have a bang. At least a lot of the dead hair is gone.
I've been ok, under the circumstances, i suppose.
I went slightly insane the other night. It seems to happen when the sun falls around eight thiry or so. I hallucinated one night. That was odd.
Now, you ask? Now, i'm just reading Harry Potter. Page three seventy three. I would like to just keep reading; it's somewhat like a TV show on paper. Much love to JK Rowling.
And on the truthful side of things, though you may not dare tell a soul, I miss him. Not that I could be with him right now anyway, but I miss thinking that he'd be happy to see it say "genny cell" on his cell phone. It hurts to think that he was never really happy to see that...
Boredom is terrible. My mind is beginning to rot, some. I did some crunches, which helped in more ways than one.
I haven't been eating myself out of the house, but I've been eating much more than I eat in a single day--even two days, perhaps-- and it's purely because I am at home and there is nothing to do. So I realize, hey! it's two thirty in the afternoon, maybe I should eat some lunch. Today, i ate all three servings that came in the ravioli package. Granted, i didn't eat dinner, really, but it's good i didn't! I'd had a few meals just in that amount of ravioli. Not to mention all the chocolate milk.
I disgust myself on occassion. I wish i could get my body to get rid of all the food i eat.but. it just won't. and i feel extremely sick for a few hours and it just won't come back up...bah. i hate food.
PS. My hair cut--it's difficult. I don't think I like it too much. It's a lot of work, i believe, and it's much too thin. It's perfect for making liberty spikes, though. It's basically all one length the whole way around. Probably four or five inches. And I have a bang. At least a lot of the dead hair is gone.