Melanie encouraged us to use an informal, colloquial tone in our writing today, so this is what I came up with. However, I promise I sometimes do carry on semi-intelligent conversations. This is just a glimpse of my ramblings, I guess:
So. I’m basically like kinda crazy about…everything right now. I call myself “emotionally unstable” but I fear that I have more issues than that. Because that sorta implies that at one point I was stable. And I don’t know if I can rationalize that I at one point was sane. It’s frightening! And I just keep eating more and more junk food and chocolate, saying that it’s just a temporary method of dealing with my issues. But these “issues” aren’t going away. And my waist line just keeps getting bigger and bigger. And I just don’t know what to do. Because I’m bursting into tears all the time, and I’m sentimental over the craziest little things. And I just think that I need to see a doctor or something because I’m a mess. But then I think, maybe this is what being crazy about a guy is like. Like, maybe the craziness is just infused into every other part of you? And that comforts me a bit. And...frightens me, too. Because this means that everyone except me is handling their emotions--every single gosh darn person--except me!
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