And the war rages on...and on...and on.
I am losing, if it matters, if it makes a difference. I I could have one thing I the world it would be a body I did not constantly hate and fight, stuff or starve, beat or be beaten by. Now out of the blue it occours to me that maybe that whole lovi g my body thing is really about my mind. Maybe this war is not really with my body, maybe my body is a victim of a battle long from over. Ah fuck who knows.