metropolitan overdose
I do not think it is only people with eating disorders or slight ones that let eating control there day. Starving people, for religious reasons, health reasons. Today for me it began with a bag of folgers coffee, milk, and sugar. I emptied out half of my groceries in ziplock bags for my boyfriend who has trouble leaving his room, moving his jaw and elbow. I feel like I am dating my eightly year old grandfather that I cannot complain about outloud for fear that he dies and leaves me with nothing to live for. These last words are dedicated to the consumption of the eight assorted Ghiradlli chocolate packs given to me at work, that I was required to sign a Thankyou note for. This chocolate has led me to do desperate things, I feel incrediblly unsatisfied with how little time I have for reading, being outdoors, and art. I failed to mention the mistake of mixing cranberry juice in my belly after the coffee followed by too little H20 intake. A lady ripped my boyfriend off because he is just too kind I have the key to her house. I cannot get angry enough to scheme anything accept sick feelings in my tummy. When I start to feel this way I spend to much time making up fake resumes and sending them out to jobs that I do not want. I ran errands today and bought canned air for my computer and fixed my car myself. I need a haircut my grey hairs look like einstein I think I will give up on hair dye forever. My boyfriend cannot stand most noise, salt, bright lights, or most conversations. This includes the grocery store, bars, most people, billboards, traffic ect... I am trying to keep him in the world but it is somehow comforting and unbearable at the same time.