Saturday, July 23rd, 2011Mature

There is nothing so unstable and terrifying as breakfast… that sounds ludicrous, but it’s true.  I can never (ok, not never never, but you get it) decide what I’m going to eat or if I should eat.  Because as soon as I eat I totally lose it for the rest of the day.  Perhaps I’m making all this up though… maybe I don’t really think or feel these things for real.  Maybe I’m faking everything just so I can play a part in an imaginary, made up drama in my mind… to escape the reality that everything is normal, everything is fine.

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