I was talking to myself earlier. And it's making me laugh...
I wonder if I'm okay actually. Found new words that I can't say.
Can you see that the biteplate is depressing?
Mom cooked porridge for me today. yummy.
Oh but I wonder how long I can go on saying.."yummy" for.
Imagine day after day, week after week.
A life filled with porridge.
oh fuck
Sounds like another traumatising tonsilitis period.
Off I go to catch Marley & Me!
<3