I feel weary. I slept for 10 hours last night but still woke up exhausted, barely able to climb out of bed. Sometimes I feel too fragile.
Buying jeans today was miserable. I got a lot of 'looks.' The holyfuckyourskinny look. It put me into a bit of a funk, and then I got sick again. I retreated back to my dorm room, making Michael come see me. I feel so...tired. I haven't gotten true rest for a long time. I think that might be due to my medication. But I would give almost anything to feel rested.
Watching Planet Earth makes me feel weird. Surreal. I would hate to be a fish. The world would be much more cruel and unforgiving. Granted I wouldn't be conscious of it, but still.
Two things I get easily frustrated about: I'm a homebody, and I'm gentle. Usually I'm okay with it. But I am easily influenced, and can be a pushover when it comes to defending myself or my emotions. Yay.
My thoughts are not very cohesive in my brain presently. Which makes writing difficult.
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sharks are neat. you should go fishin/hiking (when its not 2 degrees out). you might could rest afterward. after a day of fishing in the upper reaches of a mountain stream i usually sleep real good. but most people aint me...
We already had the homebody talk. Lets go for walks with pets and strollers.
I love you. Get some sleep.
Real rest? I recommend a trusty narcotic or a "Stephanie" in your bed. Both those things put you to sleep in no time flat.
haha hannah whenever you're worrying about holyfuckyou'reskinny looks, just think about how bad i have it
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