| FINALLY, I have reached 117 pounds. Thank you, virus. The only thing that I like about being sick is that you don't eat a lot, or at all.
Now I can start fresh! Any tips to curb cravings? I'm an addict to chocolate. |
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| My question to you is, how can you live with yourself? It isn't clear to me. The decisions you make are showing who you really are; lost, desperate, frustrated. What ever happened to the wholesome person you portray? It could be me reading the impressions you give off to me incorrectly, but I can say (with confidence) I am well aware of everything; I am able to read you like an open book. News to you, I am sure. So why feed me false information? It isn't satisfying my hunger. You are hurting no one but yourself, dear. You hold a different character within you for each person you come across. I want to know who is playing the part. Who is behind the scenes. Every time I look into your eyes I can see the undying need to be loved. This character that you are playing is not you. This is not who I know. Then again, I could be overanalyzing the situation. But this is what I see. |
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| It sucks when things can't work out with the one person you truly love being around. We are like the same person and I enjoy being around him; I can honestly say I have never felt such a strong connection with someone before. It's weird, but he said the same about me. For some reason we can't be intimate with eachother, and I don't know why. It's a feeling we both feel and its just sad that we are so perfect for eachother in one way, but in another, we are not.
I'm so afraid of not being able to find someone I can connect with like I did with him. I do love him regardless of this intimate problem we're both facing.
As for my eating, I don't even want to mention it. I'm all over the place. |
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| I feel so alone and empty. |
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| This is so difficult to do. |
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