I was Going To Post This Yesterday, But I Didn't, Now That Everyone Else Is Jumping Off The Bridge..
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I had this blemish on my cheek, right? So I messed with it and messed with. Yesterday part of my cheek muscle was a little red, warm, swollen and sore to the touch. I got home, cleaned the wound, put neosporin and a bandaid on it. This morning I wake up and it's way more swollen. Almost half of my face is swollen and redish and painful to touch. Oh god I hate it. I'm going to the doctor this morning at ten. That bastard better give me a shot and some medicine to make this go away. It's most likey an infection. Dammit. Well at least I can fix my hair to disguise my mutation.
I started summer school at UCF two days ago. I dropped my pyschology class though. I'll take it in fall at the same time as my lovely Katrina. I still have philosophy class. It's interesting. We're watching The Matrix. All we do is watch movies and take about how they have certain philosophical concepts and ideas in them. It's cool. I made two friends in there already. It's nice to have people to talk to. For someone who's face looks semi-balloonish I'm really well. Everything happens for a reason. [that's my philosophy]
As soon as I get a chance I'm going to work out. I bought new sports bras and I've been eating a lot better lately. I want my shoulders to be pointed. I want to lose like 10lbs, but more than that I want to be stronger and more healthy. This is the only body I get so I think I should respect myself a little more by not putting crap into it. I haven't had any alcohol in a month next week and I haven't smoked in the same amount of time. I'm proud of myself because there have been times when I could have used a nice, stiff drink or a fresh, green bowl just to help me remember what it was like to laugh and not care and know you're fucking worth it. I realized now though, that I know those things reguardless of if I'm drunk or high. I am fucking worth it and I am a someone. & I am loved and I am beautiful. & inspite of everything I am content.
Right now, it's ironic that I miss Parisa. She is in DC for the next month. I thought there'd be others I missed, but isn't it funny how things work out? I guess the jokes on me. Just call me Chuckles cause I'm laughing it up. It's better to end this way because now there is not a doubt in my mind that he is and was always a piece of shit. Sucks to be him. Everything happens for a reason.
Peace. I'm off to the doctor's office.
I had this blemish on my cheek, right? So I messed with it and messed with. Yesterday part of my cheek muscle was a little red, warm, swollen and sore to the touch. I got home, cleaned the wound, put neosporin and a bandaid on it. This morning I wake up and it's way more swollen. Almost half of my face is swollen and redish and painful to touch. Oh god I hate it. I'm going to the doctor this morning at ten. That bastard better give me a shot and some medicine to make this go away. It's most likey an infection. Dammit. Well at least I can fix my hair to disguise my mutation.
I started summer school at UCF two days ago. I dropped my pyschology class though. I'll take it in fall at the same time as my lovely Katrina. I still have philosophy class. It's interesting. We're watching The Matrix. All we do is watch movies and take about how they have certain philosophical concepts and ideas in them. It's cool. I made two friends in there already. It's nice to have people to talk to. For someone who's face looks semi-balloonish I'm really well. Everything happens for a reason. [that's my philosophy]
As soon as I get a chance I'm going to work out. I bought new sports bras and I've been eating a lot better lately. I want my shoulders to be pointed. I want to lose like 10lbs, but more than that I want to be stronger and more healthy. This is the only body I get so I think I should respect myself a little more by not putting crap into it. I haven't had any alcohol in a month next week and I haven't smoked in the same amount of time. I'm proud of myself because there have been times when I could have used a nice, stiff drink or a fresh, green bowl just to help me remember what it was like to laugh and not care and know you're fucking worth it. I realized now though, that I know those things reguardless of if I'm drunk or high. I am fucking worth it and I am a someone. & I am loved and I am beautiful. & inspite of everything I am content.
Right now, it's ironic that I miss Parisa. She is in DC for the next month. I thought there'd be others I missed, but isn't it funny how things work out? I guess the jokes on me. Just call me Chuckles cause I'm laughing it up. It's better to end this way because now there is not a doubt in my mind that he is and was always a piece of shit. Sucks to be him. Everything happens for a reason.
Peace. I'm off to the doctor's office.