Forward

Because there is no other direction.

I would like to note that dying is possible in doses.  You don't have to die all at once.  You can die piece by piece.

But where I am...
Let see,
Cereal happened this morning.
And I had a peanut butter jelly sandwich.

Time passes in food.

I've wondered.  The rumors about animals eating their weight in food.  I wonder if humans do that.  I wonder how much that cereal weighed.  And how much the sandwich.  And what does that explain for those days I don't eat.
Oh wait...  I do eat.
I eat plenty.

And yet... I've still had to bear those comments.
'you don't eat enough'
'have seconds'
'is that all you are having?'
'here, try this, its fattening, but its good for you'

I swear, the only time I see emotion in the mirror is if I'm smiling at some petty thing that I don't care about.  Or...  If an anguished face looks back at me.  Every time I think of food this happens.



Audition is tomorrow
I'll tell you how it goes... but not Saturday or Sunday.



Stay beautiful