I think I'm running out of ink. Everything I try to write comes out wrong. I have things to say, but they sound stupid, or inappropriate, so I delete them. I can't concentrate on developed thoughts, so maybe a few fragments will have to suffice.
Some fragments from today:
- I am gross. Grease/oil/dry skin, zits, excess hair, scars, etc. Ick.
- I need to stop eating. I've backslid - blackslided? - the last week or so.
- I couldn't figure out why I've been in a pissy mood. Then I figured it out. Hormones.
- Maybe I can blame the eating on them, too.
- I feel lonely.
- I feel misunderstood.
- I feel like a good mom.
- I feel like a bad mom.
- I've felt overwhelmed with touch for years. Now I'm touch-starved. If I hug you when I see you, don't be taken aback!
- I miss the familiar. Yet, I long for the unknown.
- I wish I had lovely, green eyes.
1 comment:
I'm trying to learn to be less hands-off, so can totally relate to that. I'd love to hug you. <3
I think these little snippets would be therapeutic for you! Sometimes nice to just spew thoughts without getting all into them.
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