by the end of this week j will be a fat tub of lard. i've only been doing two things this week, bingeing on L word and high calorie food. i'm this close to becoming a JFJ.
i'm sorry that i missed today's breakfast at gardens and the KTV session later and the countless other clubbing endevours the girls are always at. i regret to say that i haven't had a decent coversation over the phone with any of them in too long. its not like we don't talk when we meet up, we do. there's always so much catching up to do, i wonder if i'll ever catch up.
its all this time, or rather the lack of it, curfews. i have curfews, i have parents who call me when i leave the house for more than 4 hours. i have my mother breathing down my neck about work. college applications, extended essays, world lit, interviews. its been too much and i honestly haven't been dealing with it. which i'm actually quite happy, at the moment. drowning myself in episode after episode of lesbian shenanigans. box after box of profiterol or however else its spelt.
it like there's this huge whirlwind pounding at my ears, threatening to pull my brain out and cavort with it. spin it, thrash it aorund until i have no more sense of priorities, until my wants and craving take over and force me into the perpetual bliss of indignant denial.
