Pretty shit really. Pain comes and goes in its various forms. Right now I have burning excoriated skin inside and out, exactly where you least want it. Not that you want that sensation anywhere. Well some of you might but not me! There’s also a sensation of needing to pooh when I just have and seriously wonder if I could, I mean really, how much can one pooh in a day?
I’ve barely eaten across the past four days and must be bordering on anorexic by now having already reached the same weight I was at 18, when suffering from glandular fever. I’m sure this wouldn’t bother a lot of people but I seriously don’t like the look of my skinny self. It’s just not me. A bit like hair colour, I’ve tried five times in my life and each time I see this weird freak in the mirror and feel completely uncomfortable. Weirdly, I don’t mind either on other people, it looks great, especially when they’re glowing with it, but for me? Nuh uh.
Anyhow, I’m in bed writing this having attempted working this afternoon, so I’m waffling, best I stop before I bore you shitless. Can someone please bore me shitless? I could sure do with a reprieve from the porcelain.