And by that I just mean I need to stop when I'm full. Freakin foods not going anywhere. I cleaned up and showered and dressed nice and put earrings in, and a ribbon in my hair. Took shei and co and I ran into B&N and they didn't have my book. I saw an old man bleed. It's kinda tragic to see.
I am so hoping this decrease in my Prozac will make a difference. Don't get me wrong, I love my concentration. I love my mental energy, the cogs are definetely turning. But the rest of this...I can't do it. The filling my plate much too high, the crying because somewhere I wanted to eat is closed, the screaching becasue someone accidently leaned on your ear (and clearly should have read your mind and known that would **** you off). I can't do all that. Not to mention this lack of libido. I feel like a greenbean. That's it. I feel about as sexual as a greenbean. Its' so freakin annoying.
I'm tired and stuff. We got ice cream and I sulkd and ruined the whole night and I got alex paint brushes! I hope she'll like them. They're the nice kind. So she has some nice brushes. Not that she needs them, but she deserves them. Theyr'e the really soft kind, the ones you just want to rub against your cheeks all day.
We played Mario Party and it was pretty fun. The air wasn't as casual as it usually is. Things are getting worse. But they haven't hit the ground yet. Not yet.
I'mn sorry this is kinda vague and stuff. I'm really tired. I always forget to mention, my chest has been hurting. It's so random. And passes fast, I just wish I understood. It's green. That doesn't mean anything to you, but it will to me. Next time in the future I have chest pain and try to look back, knowing this pain was green will help me understand.