You know, there are times when no matter how conscientious you are, there’s a limit. I can’t eat one more salad without gagging, or make myself drink another unsweetened iced tea, or eat another plate of veggies. Ok, so I feel great when eating healthy……but I’m just tired of always doing the “right” thing, when shit goes wrong anyway.
None of it has anything to do with food, unless you consider that, like working hard and caring for your health, it’s to make sure certain things don’t happen. But then they do.
Then the person you’re closest to dumps you because something they said hurt you and you tell them hey, that hurts, and they don’t like it, so they just take off. Well fuck me then.
I just want to stop caring and go wild. Hey, that would be fun, huh?
PS – after publishing this, I was notified that this was my TWO HUNDREDTH post on Violin Bitch.