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You know, it’s been a while.
A while since I’ve written anything.
I guess I’m just waiting until I have all this time saved up and I have a computer to my self.
I dont want to start a project and then get interrupted.
I’m just worried that I’ll forget my ideas, and look back and ask myself ‘what was i thinking?’
The other day, I was driving in the car, the windows down, and going like 80 on 495.
It kind of reminded me of those photoshoots where the fans are blowing people’s hair all around, and strands of hair strategically get suck in place on their lipgloss.
I have no clue why I care so much superficially about myself. Here I am, on a diet consisting of shakes and bars and so what, and all of a sudden I want to exercise. But then I go ahead and eat tons of chocolate and burger king. But It’s okay because I only…
So it’s so counter intuitive to just eat a little bit then eat bad stuff, because my body is starving and will hold on forever onto whatever it eats next. Chines food, chocolate, ice cream, frappachino.
I’m such a freaking hypocrite. I care about my body, but I’m happy with it so I binge. I dont care what people think, yet I always wear makeup. I’m comfortable and in love, but always have to be reassured that I’m okay.
God Bless the one that puts up with me. They have to act as a walking mirror practically, answering my constant questions of ‘is my makeup okay, my hair messed up, DO I LOOK OKAY?’
But always, the thoughtful glance, the minor touchups, the hug and kiss, and a ‘you look perfect.’
THIS is LOVE.
The person that listens to me complain, tell about my day, my problems, have me constantly interrupt their long awaited vent with more details that I forgot, and then be lazy, and selfish; not wanting to do things they want to do; go places they want to go.
I am so lucky.
SO LUCKY.
Why would I EVER give this up?
Why?











once again, crappy quality because of MS PAint.