Not happy...just comfortable. I look in the mirror and I don't hate what I see but then someone takes a picture and I look huge. Not just a few pounds overweight, but freakin' huge...like tape that girl's mouth shut huge. You know I see it but food makes me feel better...and I loves me some food!
Is anyone really happy anyway? What makes us happy? My shrink says that my relationship DOES NOT make me happy, but the drugs I am taking make me think sometimes that I am. It's not my relationship, it's the drugs. Makes sense to me but than I am the bad guy all over again. I would be perfectly content on my own without worrying about anyone but me and my girls but then the world would collapse and it's my fault...again.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
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