So I've found myself falling back in love with my semi-public deadjournal. Reason for neglecting, as I stated in my last entry. I apologize. Why am I apologizing? Ack.
Same same, old old. Nothing new, nothing not new. Live in the present and you're only aspiring for the future or thinking about the past. Planning, dreaming, regretting. <~ three keys of life and philosophy.
I'm dizzy. I'm sick with a head cold. I am getting sicker every day. I keep fooling myself into believing it's NOT because I binge and purge all day until 12am. I'm dieing, inside and out. And I'm leaving people with 'experiences' and 'challenged' because that's all i am.
Yep, I have reintroduced the world of the living back into my cage. I'd say it started early spring. We'll see what happens.
All I know, is that it kills to smile. It fucking burns.