Where am I going? I know we all try to get somewhere in our lives as fast as possible. We have to be something. Aren't we something already? What's the point of rushing forward when time goes so fast anyway, It's running out, through our fingers like sand.. I wanna stop here. I want to get off. I'm finding it so hard to find the point of doing anything. My allergies hit me too all of a sudden and they make me so tired.. Foodwise today has been a lot better than yesterday, which I'm not going to talk about so I don't get any more depressed and frustrated. You can imagine anyway. Today I weigh 46.9 and that's fine with me. Yesterday I actually saw that number there but I blew it. My number. 45... Right now I just want to stay like this but I want to live! I don't want to just stand here isolated and watch time go by and lose every opportunity I could just grab if I had the courage. Problem is, I don't know how living should be like, feel like. I don't feel the important things anymore, you know, the little things that make people happy. I've lost it. Oh and my mom apparently has a problem with me again since I hear her complaining about me to my dad. She can never talk to me if she's not happy about something, she wants my dad to do it. I don't like my dad. I don't really like my mom either. I don't like anyone, the least of all myself.
My love to you xx
S