after 2 months of weight, mood swings and sang froid, today was perhaps one of the most bittersweet moments ever.
was grinning my way through while lacing a birthday cake with wasabi. damn! also, strawberries with whip cream rawks!
news i've been anticipating a whole week came unofficially. then officially. a whole load of weight lifted. another close shave.
and above all, i'd sorted my woes. filed them, bagged them, but still fail to dispose them. instead, stashed it in some somber corner. what life. to think the one close to you is just another passing moments. for every men is for himself.
it takes on a whole new meaning when you get back to where you begin. relapse. maybe its just the fucking hormones, but im feeling like a fool.
suddenly everyone is with a woe. suddenly everyone needs sympathy. suddenly, everyone needs help.
everything comes in and little trickles out. for i am that. *laughs*
for so long this has been the way. for so long i had seen. but i did nothing. but this much i can fucking take.
i dont need to be anyone's doormat no longer.
i dont need to play bad and be nice under the shadows.
i dont need to keep living dreams with my eyes wide open.
i dont want to be bothered and bother being judged no more.
to hell with me caring....fuck you all! i'll just take a seat and watch this time around. thankyouverymuch.