I went to a music festival this past weekend, and it was wonderful. I got a cold, though, so now my doctor has me on antibiotics so that this infection will hopefully not affect the healing process.
Pretty awesome, too, was the fact I lost ten pounds at the festival. There was so much walking, so many hills and stairs and dancing around, and very little eating. My body was like a limp noodle by the end of it, and since I got back, I've managed to not lose my head and immediately start binging.
My serotonin is definitely low, though, so I need to keep check on my emotions. Last night, I was on the phone with my parents and just started crying. I felt badgered by them and their suggestions. Plus, the fact I had little to no sleep over the weekend, little food, and so many foreign chemicals introduced to my rather clean body, it was amazing I kept it together as long as I did.
It was so cold, like Fall, and now back here, where the nineties is the usual temperature, my body is in shock from the changes.
My best friend is pregnant and panicking. She refuses to consider abortion, and I can understand it, but the fact is she simply cannot afford it. She can barely take care of herself. How is she supposed to survive with a baby? The boyfriend is panicking, too, and just recently changed his mind about keeping it. Now he wants her to get rid of it, saying he's not ready, and neither is she. I can't help but agree with him, but she's so angry and scared and confused, I can't just blatantly tell her that I think what she's doing is wrong. It's such a fucking mess.
Excuse how convoluted this entry is, I'm quite uncaffeinated and have absolutely no idea how to color in the lines right now.
Much love.
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