And it's not even true (half the time, I felt fine)
<<2005-11-02 - 9:06 p.m.>> Not eating enough food and thinking periodically of someone's bathroom-wall scrawl: Yuck. I do not find fat people attractive. Today I put on pants from the Gap for the first time since ever. Today I wanted to curl up in a ball and die. Today I wanted to curl up in a pouting, snarling ball, hedgehog ball, untouchable. Today I looked at graduate English and Comparative Literature programs on the internet. Columbia. Yale. Princeton. Today my thesis advisor told me he'd call someone at the New Yorker to get me an interview. The glow lasted not an hour. Today things fractured, intangible; today it got dark too soon. Today I felt like I was breaking promises, all day long.<< - >> |