… and my body feels about ready to collapse at any second. I do this thing where I either binge eat or eat nothing at all. Just one more totally fucked-up thing about being me, but I hear it’s pretty common. Stars are dancing in the corner of my eyes and I’m supposed to be a journalist and it’s all I can do to sit here and look like I’m not working and not scream my fucking head off because I’m so strung out. Everyone has bad days, and this would be one of them for me. I’m feeling more unsure than usual. Is it because I haven’t had any food? Is it because I’m unhappy? Do I need therapy? I fucking have no idea.
I want to be a kid again and have no responsibility. This is all a horrible, fucking joke.
July 1, 2008 at 7:47 am |
Not for nothing, but if you don’t eat a balanced diet regularly, you’re gonna throw your body chem all freaking off. Just take care of yourself, for Christ’s sake. Then you’ll be able to tell us something interesting.
July 1, 2008 at 8:13 am |
Caffeine is a bad scene. It turns me into someone I don’t like. I hate to sound like a nag, but your odds of feeling happy, or at least content, are greatly increased by following a decent diet and getting enough sleep. I’m fairly miserable when I don’t do these things.
Having said that, I completely understand the need to get a buz going. That’s what cocktail hour is all about. The rastafarians have their own alternative called “the sacrament of Ganja”. I know this doesn’t fit the conventional definition of good advice, but you’ve gotta do what gets you through the night.
Best wishes,
Richard Whackman – aka. The Whack-Man
July 2, 2008 at 1:34 am |
You know, the day of which I’ve slept well the night before, worked out and ate well is usually a good day for me, no matter how difficult things are around me. We are what we feel; what we feel is greatly influenced by our diet. Self-pity and self-flagellation lead nowhere.
P.S.: sorry if I sounded blunt.