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| Written by Diana, on 30-06-2003 06:52 |
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I can't sleep. I get a few hours and then I wake up, and for the next few hours I lay there worrying about too many people at once, about too many things going on in my life. Too many people giving me advice that they're not living up to. I want to tell them to go to hell. Whenever I see my aunt she never fails to ask me if I've lost weight. Those are always the first words out of her mouth after "Hi". I want to say back to her "Well you're really filling out." When they got here Saturday evening my mother was waiting for it and somehow I had blocked out all the stressful thoughts I had been thinking just two minutes earlier and was caught by complete surprise. I felt so sick I almost passed on dinner that night, alone in my bedroom. I chose not to join them at the restaurant. My uncle, in his perfect world, seems to suck out all the joy in a night out with the family. It just wasn't worth it.
Last update: 30-06-2003 06:52
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