You know, the week where “everything goes back to normal” and I’m not full of stress and decision making, and cleverly writing things I don’t think I’m qualified to write?
Its weird (I’ve been thinking everything is weird lately) but I’m really starting to hear the thought process in my head. The voices that keep me down, hold me back. Its kind of startling, but the voices: They’re Me. They’re my thoughts in my head, and they are ugly and so common I hardly recognise that they’re there.
I don’t like ’em. They’re not very nice.
Weighed myself on Monday. I was at 317.2. Its time to reassess my priorities again, methinks.