Day 7
I made it to Day 7! That means I’ve been single for a whole week without keeling over, dead. Boy, I was pretty sure I would, too. Days 1-3: I was a wreck.
So how am I now? Well, you’ve seen the confetti! You’ve seen an overuse of exclamation points! I must be happy–!
I’m not.
Sure, I’m proud of myself for living to see Day 7, but I’m sure as heck not happy.
I want him back.
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Cheese, Ethiopian food, a salad, a 1/3 can of soup, BLT, Thai peanut soup, Chick-fil-A nuggets, salad and a sandwich, toast, crackers, Chick-fil-A nuggets.
I thought it might be amusing to see how much I’ve eaten in the past week. I am definitely amused.
When I’m upset, I can’t eat. I try to eat, but when I do, I feel sick. Of course, eating at least a little would make me feel better. But when a girl’s upset, she doesn’t want to find anything to eat. She wants to be happy. She wants to keep moving so she doesn’t have time to get upset.
I suppose most girls eat a lot when they’re upset. I don’t. I eat when I’m bored.
November 16, 2011