catharthis

finding a few old wounds slightly opened.

self pity moment. staring at friendster testimonials for myself thinking [iamlovediamlovediamloved] [thisdoesnottakeawayfromwhatwewereiwas]

standing over my shell pasta (wait, let me describe it! shell pasta with olive oil, caramelized onions, tomatoes, broccoli, and shiitake mushrooms. salt and pepper and a little lemonsagebutter for flavor]. crying for the first time in nearly 9 months. holding my elbows tight. emphasizing the smallness in my belly

and it makes me nervous that the person that may just be a catalyst will feel bad. please please don't.

catharthis, baby.

some things just edged in past year old walls. yea a therapist would probably say "good!"

fuckin therapists.

and hey, who the hell came up with exotic berry wine coolers. this stuff is shit! [please note. shit is very different from *the* shit]

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