Dec 26 2002
faintly bouncing around the room
well the bratty-boring loneliness has allowed me to work myself into a full-fledged, woe-is-me, pity party. it’s not pretty. i’m hot, sweaty and my eyes are all red and puffy. but my breathing has returned to normal.
it wouldn’t have been so bad if i weren’t convinced i was gonna die in three weeks. see, it started with i’m gonna die in three weeks and nobody will have ever loved me and i won’t have had sex in 15 months and my apartment will be messy and i won’t ever get to have a baby and well, you can see that it just gets worse from there.
Jodi… You are NOT going to die in three weeks. You won’t even twist your ankle or get a bug bite on your boob again.
You are capable of being loved, physically and emotionally.
I’d go on, but I think you know where I’m heading.
27 Dec 02 at 9:48 am #