Love Sucks, vol. 2

wearing: roots sweater, beige pants
eating: nothing
listening to: "The Nobodies" by Marilyn Manson

Today wasn't too bad. But that does not, however, by any stretch of the imagination, imply that it was too good. I'm just saying it wasn't too bad. Today I'm a little more dark and a little more cynical, my bouts of crying are not nearly as frequent as they were yesterday, and I found an uncanny satisfaction in slicing up pieces of carcass. ...Yes, I was making spare ribs.
I spent the majority of my day in bed. I'm not sick, but as I have previously mentioned, I do not handle food very well when I'm upset. Hence, the lack of eating has contributed to a tired and cranky me. Yesterday I ate half a bowl of honey shreddies, two small pieces of ice cream cake, two crispers, an M&M and some cashews.

I think I need a hug from a certain someone really bad. :-(

Lastnight I had a good dream, which made me feel all the more defeated when I woke up today. I cannot quite recollect the details, except for that 'He' was in it. And I don't mean God - not even close, so don't go and get all confused. I have yet to hear from 'Him'... which bothers me. How could he ignore me now? How could he...?

I have to go now.

...Would I love you any less if you hurt me any more?...