So far, so good. Lung-ular intake reaching maximum oxygenation. Nicotinal invasion subsiding. If I can muster the troops to rally for another couple of weeks, the couphing riots may back off.
I've gained five pounds in a week. I'm so fucking fat now, I say with a wink.
Ah the whole no smoking bit. Well, I know advise from a smoker doesn't help, but I will say it anyway.
I have had to quit smoking before, not because I wanted to, but because I couldn't afford it. The key to those times were thinking that it was me vs. the cigarette, who was goina win.
Keep in mind I started back up cause I enjoyed smoking, not cause I truely wanted to quit forever.
Who knows, that might be a little help winning the individual battles.
"[On love:] I have no respect for anyone who says they've given up, or that they're not looking or that they're tired. That is to abrogate one's responsibility as a human being."
Amazing what a couple of days of sorrow can do for one's focus. I woke up today, not hurting as much. More importantly, ideas were popping in my head.
A few phone calls later, I was in touch with Hugh, this old buddy from my early improv days. He works at the Starbucks down the street from me now, but more importantly, he is a... Read More
I sure wish I could fake happiness and ignore what went down, but I can't lie to myself. So why should I lie to anyone else?
This hurts. I look at that fucking face in the mirror and feel ugly. worthless. I want to be over this. Self loathing is a lame as shit crock. I've always believed that. but fuck me, I can't help... Read More
Glad to hear things are looking up . I totally understand those three days of being pissed at the world. I don't know your situation. But I found out from my last boyfriend's sister that he cheated on me and wasn't going to be spending the summer with me in Michigan. Needless to say that was three weeks ago and I still haven't talked to him.