I tried to tell her it's not true but inside I was worrying too so I kept doing maths equations in my head.
6 x 3 = 18
12 x 12 = 144
Inside my head, an unimpressed voice said, "Aren't you giving yourself questions whose answers you already know?"
And a happier voice popped up, "Eh heh heh heh heh!"
I think that is pretty much the most interesting tidbit of this fever fever (heh heh) today.
As usual, my mind takes great delight in punishing itself when it senses my body in pain. When we commit, WE COMMIT. So anyway, one of the little scavengers inside my mind has picked up some leftover crayons in my sec 4 memory compartment to scribble the following across my eyes:
Why should I respect you, Nicole? How can you expect me to respect a person who doesn't even respect her own body to do something about it? You want to live your life at 50%, you be my fucking guest.
My mind is a ruthless little bitch. No more new Big Bang Theory episodes for it.
As usual, my mind takes great delight in punishing itself when it senses my body in pain. When we commit, WE COMMIT. So anyway, one of the little scavengers inside my mind has picked up some leftover crayons in my sec 4 memory compartment to scribble the following across my eyes:
Why should I respect you, Nicole? How can you expect me to respect a person who doesn't even respect her own body to do something about it? You want to live your life at 50%, you be my fucking guest.
My mind is a ruthless little bitch. No more new Big Bang Theory episodes for it.
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