higher  plane

             plain stupid

                     stupidity rules

                                  rules to be broken

                                                  broken hearts

                    

 

 

 

 

 

 

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this is not a good place to be.

     or is it?

 

 

 

                      

 

 

im hungry.

              restless.

i drum my fingers on my empty plate.. it echoes in my empty head. little post-its fluttering in the confines of the brain..

 

                                                    up

                                          shut 

 

     what will it be? grilled cheese? egg? so then will that be an omlete? french toast? sunny side up? desicions. desicions.

                 - there is no bread.  

 back to the empty plate.

 

 

 cornflakes and milk maybe. umm. leaves that hideous taste in my mouth. something low salt. my puffy reflection grimaces back at me.

  ( "you looked pissed kalro.. whats wrong? "

                                                                    "nothing. its just the water retention.." polite smile. and by the way i found out my kidneys dont work properly anymore.

                                           but really. thats ok. i mean what can i do about it? i finished my crying. less than 10 minutes. but that wasnt so much a ' what did i do- to deserve this?' as it was much as ' what am i going to do?' . this girl seems to have lost her passion.

  thank god for food. it is the only saving grace. maybe there will come a time when i lose my interest there too... right now all i can dream of is getting to london and going to tesco. picking up some special spicy pepperoni (oh my god i just realized how loaded with salt that must be.. but hey, ill keep my feet up all day, and eat no other salt. yeah. )

                          i know you feel lost. im sorry for this mess i put you in. you dont deserve it.

 

 what a messy affair.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

            what a sunday this is going to be..