Seeking Comfort... Apply Within
Here I am, watching my comfort movie (Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory) and eating my comfort food (Hamburger Helper Cheesy Enchilada)and wishing I didn't feel so damned empty. I feel like Charlie at the very moment he found out the contest was completely over, and his dreams were dashed. Except for me there is no contest, no golden ticket, just the emptiness of realizing that I may never be anything more than what I am right now. I am eating myself into an early grave. I wake up every morning and I weigh more than the day before. I can't bring myself to care, to dream. What the hell is wrong with me? Don't I have anything to fight for anymore. I used to be so full of spunk (ha ha, Kendra) and fire, and now I'm just full of hamburger helper.
God I want to be held by a stranger, to hear from someone without a vested interest that I am beautiful, that I am worth a damn, because I just don't know anymore. I am in a very sad place, looking up, with no way out.
Maybe I should start digging. I hear eventually, you come out in China.
God I want to be held by a stranger, to hear from someone without a vested interest that I am beautiful, that I am worth a damn, because I just don't know anymore. I am in a very sad place, looking up, with no way out.
Maybe I should start digging. I hear eventually, you come out in China.