i enjoy the occasional lunch. i feel secure and loved.
that's why i do not mind walking quite a distance for it
i vent anger and rant about life in the cigarette smoke-filled air. well not anymore.
i've gone cold turkey. so no fags and a hope for the better.
anyway i came across remarks like my eye bags are damn deep.
or i am a fat person but still binging on food.
and after a year of not meeting long lost acquaintances, they greeted me with 'omg ur fat!'.
so hence the hunt for cucumbers, desperate need to sleep and cutting down on binging moments.
call me vain but im just self cautious.
on a lighter note, things seem to get better. just that i'm super broke.
i need some sugar!