Oh, Sarah Dessen books. Always having something so wise in it.
I like this.
I feel bad to say this but I hate that I said “Ok’ to going to get ice cream and getting a sundae.
Fuck.
Yesterday was surprisingly an ok day, other than the fact that ED was not happy I didn’t do the 20 minute workout and had a medium pop from McDonald’s for a night snack. But I got to see two friends I haven’t seen since February, which may not seem long but it feels like a long time.
But it was nice to see my friend C. She even gave me a friend of her’s bbm.
I don’t even know how to explain him. He’s funny and sarcastic, which is just awesome for me because I am always so serious and never sarcastic…not. He also went serious and asked about the other shit in my life, like why my dad is protective. What I haven’t told him is that I have an ED. I told him I don’t want to scare him and that it frustrated my ex. No joke. I had my ex roll his eyes at me when I explained what I thought in my head or didn’t want to eat something I found scary. I don’t want to set myself up for that again.
C asked me if this will go away, my ED. Not exactly. The only thing that can happen is it will get quieter, at least that’s what I’m told. Not exactly a fun thing to live with, hence why I’d like to find someone who will be ok with me having it and fighting it with me, not shaking his head at me and rolling his eyes. I already know I sound crazy. He doesn’t need to do that.
Recovery takes a lot of time, effort, and planning; but staying sick takes your whole life.
“Mom, listen, I haven’t been together with Topanga for 22 years, but we have been together for 16. That’s a lot longer than most couples have been together. I mean, when we were born, you told me that we used to take walks in our strollers together around the block. When we were two, we were best friends. I mean, I knew everything about this girl. I knew her favorite color, her favorite food. Then we became six, Eric made fun of me because it wasn’t cool to have a best friend that was a girl or even know a girl. So for the next seven years I threw dirt at her. I like to call those “the lost years”. Then when I was thirteen, mom, she put me up against my locker and she kissed me. I mean, she gave me my first kiss. She taught me how to dance. She always was talking about these crazy things and I never understood a word she said. All I understood was that she was the girl I sat up every night thinking about, and when I’m with her, I feel happy to be alive. Like I can do anything. Even talk to you like this. So that’s, that’s what I think is love, mom. When I’m better because she’s here.” -
Cory Matthews, Boy Meets World
Boys in TV, books, or movies are always the “perfect” ones.
Damn them.
Good-bye
Damnit. I’m all done Chuck.
At the end of another show. Now what the hell should I watch? Damn.
I think I’ll re-visit The Office.
An “Awe” Moment
I want to meet a guy who imagines measuring our kids against a door frame and will carve his name into the frame with my name.
Just like Chuck.
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