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i have decided i like breakfast.
for the majority of my 20 years i have not eaten breakfast in the mornings (except for when i was little and mum would make it)
i always tell myself i dont have time, i dont need it, im not hungry,
but lately, i love it.
it gives me something to look forward to at work (i have it at my desk)
it fills me up until lunch and i feel healthy (cos they always say its the most important meal of the day)
it makes me wonder why i used to have such a problem with it, my mum used to always try to make me eat it, and i would dawdle before school
so that i deliberately wouldnt have time.
maybe it was spite
for now that we are okay, and all the anger that i had has subsided, i dont have a problem with it.
i feel silly now.
its funny how you grow up and you dont even realise until something menial and insignifigant hits you.
i remember i used to fight with my mum and run out of the room and swear and pull fingers at her behind the wall of the room i had just left
i dont even know if that would make me feel better, but i just did it to make her feel worse.
i think she knew
i hate that
all i can say is that i am glad i grew up
everythings happier once you grow up
"You want me to do things to you like... the sun and the moon.... I DONT THINK SO ANNIE"
for the majority of my 20 years i have not eaten breakfast in the mornings (except for when i was little and mum would make it)
i always tell myself i dont have time, i dont need it, im not hungry,
but lately, i love it.
it gives me something to look forward to at work (i have it at my desk)
it fills me up until lunch and i feel healthy (cos they always say its the most important meal of the day)
it makes me wonder why i used to have such a problem with it, my mum used to always try to make me eat it, and i would dawdle before school
so that i deliberately wouldnt have time.
maybe it was spite
for now that we are okay, and all the anger that i had has subsided, i dont have a problem with it.
i feel silly now.
its funny how you grow up and you dont even realise until something menial and insignifigant hits you.
i remember i used to fight with my mum and run out of the room and swear and pull fingers at her behind the wall of the room i had just left
i dont even know if that would make me feel better, but i just did it to make her feel worse.
i think she knew
i hate that
all i can say is that i am glad i grew up
everythings happier once you grow up
"You want me to do things to you like... the sun and the moon.... I DONT THINK SO ANNIE"