I don't have to have surgery.This is a good thing.
I haven't written anything of quality in days.
This is a bad thing.
I don't think I'll be washing my hair anytime soon.
This is a dirty thing.
I don't have a plan.
This might not be a good thing.
How is it that one person can unknowingly define how I feel?
They will never understand how much they make me lovingly hate myself.
I am not proud, nor boastful of these feelings.
If anything, I'm ashamed.
I am foolish.
"We're constantly afraid"
Note to self: Never grow up. Ever.
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2 comments:
were boobs drawn on that x-ray?
haha. No. Thats my underwire on the xray. And it looks like I have some premature boob saggage.
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