That I want to chomp down my weight in pizza is saying something.
It's just this need to eat something crusty, cheesy even though I'm unable to discern flavours and tastes but cravings are mad aren't they?
A large bowl of oats with fruits is hardly the kind of meal I subscribe to but so angry was I at myself, my nasal congestion, my stupid condition that I scarfed down a whole lot of oats as a punishment and now my body seeks vengeance with cravings.
It's been an unproductive day and I have nothing save self loathing derision reserved for me.
The anger I've been feeling for myself the past few weeks has been mounting and I'm this close to a meltdown.
I don't know how to get past it.
I can't seem to focus and I don't want to pity myself.
There's no space for feeling sorry for my own stupidity and I'm angry for all that I'm not doing right now, yet the drive to make it alright isn't gaining momentum and how long am I going to keep telling myself that my sickness is to blame?
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