Monday, January 19, 2009

With you

I'm eating because I'm not smoking.

I don't want to eat, but I don't want to smoke.

I don't know what to do.

I don't want to gain. It's so hard. I wish I had someone who knew what I was going through right in my town.

My sister triggers. Certain foods trigger. I have no control. I am upset. My sister is home. I wish I was at work.

Hey you, you're cute, and you make me happy. I wish we didn't fight so much though. I miss you.

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