bluuuurh

Sometimes I wish I was born male. Then I wouldnt have to deal with my own body torturing me one week pr month till I'm 50.

Having been laid out on the sofa with PAIN the last few days, I've had lots of time to think.
So now I'm going to bother you all, my faithful readers with a bunch of completely random garbled nonsense.

- I want to lose 10 kg. I have plans to start working out after the surgery.
I just hope this time I can really get it the fuck done and stick to it.

- Some people apparently feel the need to go where they are not wanted.
Why they do this is completely beyond me. Is it an attempt to push others away?
Are they trying to prove something? The gods only know, I have given up at this point.

- Is there some alternative to potato-chips out there? Some salty nummy miracle that can take away the cravings, with zero carbs and nasty stuff.

- Why do I sabotage myself? I know I do it, but I cant stop.

- I know what I want to do, I even know the way to get there. Its just to scary.

- I hate you. Gods I hate you. If I could get away with clawing your eyes out, I would do it. The world would be a better place without you in it.

- And then.. there is the one I miss. So fucking much.

- I want to do SOMETHING. Something big! Just get it done and take everyone by surprise.



there. enough.