how did it get to be 4 in the morning? i need to drink more. oh yeah, all those calories. i need to do something more.
i was so sad today. my dreams keep reminding me of everything. it hurts a lot. it’s numbingly painful. there’s nothing i can do. and i hate the thought of certain people knowing. blah.
i miss things i’ve never had. am i crazy? yes.
i think i’ll medicate myself with exercise. its purpose will be two-fold; get me in shape for may/summer and release endorphins/give me something to do. it’s not the exercise i hate, it’s all the maintenance that comes with it. i have to shower and do my hair and make-up afterwards. that’s too much work by itself, let alone after i’ve been running for an hour. i guess i don’t really have to do my hair or make-up, i just hate thinking that i look like crap. i can’t escape the memories. i just remembered a surprisingly sweet sentiment about how i looked after working out and without make-up on. stupid brain! why must you connect things all the time?! i can’t even forget in my dreams. i’ll forever be tormented by the pain i caused.
that’s enough of my melodrama for tonight. i’m going to try to sleep and probably have bittersweet dreams.
p.s. esthero is amazing. i love her.
p.p.s. my new url has thrown off quite a few people. i’m half amused by it.