Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Eating My Feelings.
I plan nothing out in advance.
I think about school, and how much I didn't like it, but I think I might like it now.
I argued with myself for 40 minutes yesterday about whether or not to order a slice of pizza.
I think about the future too much, even though it doesn't exist.
I take Truen for granted sometimes, and then I act all hurt when I think she is taking me for granted.
I want for Axel to just sit and read a book instead of screaming at the refrigerator.
I ordered that slice of pizza.
I hold my breath.
I bite my tongue.