to boy bands and hysterical pain...
have been feeling like i'm on the verge of vomiting for days now. i don't suppose the alcohol consumption is helping that much. starkville has led to stupid things, as always, should have known. but completely liberating stupid things at that. drinking beer on matthew's tab, swing dancing inappropriately, sweet and sour combination contests going on for hours. times are good, well, as good as expected.
and this has led to one big realization in my life. i hate breathing. i mean, i hate the feeling of breath on my skin. nothing is worse than lying next to someone and feeling completely ashamed that you secretly resent them for stinging you skin with hot sticky air. it's always been like this, even with my own breath, making special efforts to position myself as to not allow self-resentment.
and this has led to one big realization in my life. i hate breathing. i mean, i hate the feeling of breath on my skin. nothing is worse than lying next to someone and feeling completely ashamed that you secretly resent them for stinging you skin with hot sticky air. it's always been like this, even with my own breath, making special efforts to position myself as to not allow self-resentment.