Crackhead metabolism
Beth and Uncle Glendon came over today, I talked with Uncle Glen for a few minutes and found out Buddy was puttin a GM 307 (Canadian engine) in his 1st gen S-10 (I think it's an '88, I can't remember); but one thing about Bud is he's definitely got the know-how when it comes to doin' shit like that. My first reponse was "Well he's probably gonna need a new rearend" and Glen said he's got an extra 3 or 4 of 'em layin' in the backyard incase he tears the one he's got on there up.
I didn't have the energy to go to Miso tonight, I dunno what the hell's happening to me but I'm startin' to wonder. Since we've been in school I have dropped 17 pounds, I found that out yesterday at the doctor. As I was sittin' today tryin' to figure that out I realized "Oh, what did was me goin' to tutoring because I hardly had time to eat" no it didn't, I still ate breakfast, lunch when I got home school right before I went off to tutoring, and then dinner when I got home. That couldn't have been the problem at all, then I figured it may be because I been sick so much, but fuck since when does having the flu how ever many times make you lose almost 20 pounds?
Nurse said I was healthy, I say they're full of shit. You might gain 17 pounds over the course of three months, but you sure as hell don't lose it unless you're starving yourself and I'm by no means doing that. Not only that, I feel like I'm trapped in a crater with no way out and when I manage to climb to the top and get my hands, grab something, I lose my grip and fall right back in.
I keep wondering day by day just why the hell I'm like this, why do I feel this way, why do I stay this way, and when am I gonna get better? The most ironic part of it all: I can help other people with their personal problems, but never can I mend my own. Why is that I wonder?
I didn't have the energy to go to Miso tonight, I dunno what the hell's happening to me but I'm startin' to wonder. Since we've been in school I have dropped 17 pounds, I found that out yesterday at the doctor. As I was sittin' today tryin' to figure that out I realized "Oh, what did was me goin' to tutoring because I hardly had time to eat" no it didn't, I still ate breakfast, lunch when I got home school right before I went off to tutoring, and then dinner when I got home. That couldn't have been the problem at all, then I figured it may be because I been sick so much, but fuck since when does having the flu how ever many times make you lose almost 20 pounds?
Nurse said I was healthy, I say they're full of shit. You might gain 17 pounds over the course of three months, but you sure as hell don't lose it unless you're starving yourself and I'm by no means doing that. Not only that, I feel like I'm trapped in a crater with no way out and when I manage to climb to the top and get my hands, grab something, I lose my grip and fall right back in.
I keep wondering day by day just why the hell I'm like this, why do I feel this way, why do I stay this way, and when am I gonna get better? The most ironic part of it all: I can help other people with their personal problems, but never can I mend my own. Why is that I wonder?