Stress

One more.

I know I'm stressed because I'm stuffing myself with food. :[ I know it's a really bad way to deal with stress, but it's so easy when the food screams "Come! Come! Eat me! Eat me!"

My jeans are suffering. Poor things.

New addiction?

I talk to myself. What other option do I have when I have no one to talk to? When I feel like a weirdo for doing so, I write in my journal. It's very soothing - it really is. Recently, however, I've given up on the whole journal thing.. I write and write and write without an audience, and, my hand suffers from the hours of holding a pen. This seems a lot easier. I'm in front of a computer more than I should be anyway, so why not? I must admit though that I'm veering away from how it was originally done. I figured that at least here, maybe, someone'll hear me and my thoughts wouldn't be confined to just me and paper. So, the budding question: will blogging be my new addiction? I guess I'll just have to wait and see.... I'm a nube, so I'm still trying to figure things out.
OMG! This feels so good already! haha! I should stop.

Bonne nuit.

Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts

Breakable by Ingrid Michaelson


Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?
Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts.
So it's fairly simple to cut right through the mess,
And to stop the muscle that makes us confess.

And we are so fragile,
And our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just,
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys.
You fasten my seatbelt because it is the law.
In your two ton death trap I finally saw.
A piece of love in your face that bathed me in regret.
Then you drove me to places I'll never forget.

And we are so fragile,
And our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just,
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys.

And we are so fragile,
And our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just,
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls-
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls-
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys.