why can't i get over it.
why can't i appreciate myself.


someone once said, or perhaps it was a fortune cookie, "it's better to be a first rate of yourself than a second rate of someone else."

i want this.
who am i and what am i doing.
i live as if i'm void, i pretend that i feel nothing. or perhaps i don't feel anything.
i miss feeling.
i miss touching.
i miss laughing.

wow. am i dramatic. again i find myself asking, who am i. what have i become, this doesn't feel like me.

It's that time again.

Plan:
14th Street Y, tomorrow to register

Walking:
8313

Food/Points:
Cereal with milk - 4.25 pts
Grapes - 3.528 pts
Ham Sandwich - 6.83 pts
2 Pretzels - 3 pts
14 Pringles - 1pt
1/2 Mot. and Tomato - 5.2

Total: 23.808