No wonder I’m so thin- dinner = 1 apple.
Today, I gazed down from the top floor of Centrepoint and there was this overcoming desire to up and jump over the ledge. It was scary, as if someone was pushing me, pushing my will to hurl myself over. I know I wouldn’t have jumped but my heart really really lurched and I could feel myself falling…that insanely heartstopping freefall feeling.
I’m hitting my head against the proverbial wall here. I’m trying to suppress all my vindictive thoughts of rat poison and the like. Tell me- how do you fake smile at people you know hate your guts?
3 Comments
February 24, 2007 at 6:03 pm
but your dinner on thursday = approximately one entire pizza
February 25, 2007 at 12:49 am
tell me who hates your guts and i’ll stomp on them with pointy heels
February 25, 2007 at 7:57 am
sandra> yah must balance out
faithy> you can’t baby that’s the worst part it’ll be even even worse. *sigh*