invited out to a place i've always felt welcome.. surrounded by people who've always been fun and cumfortable. and still i run away to debate what it means to be young and live carefree... get your kicks while you can... id wrather clean my room and get to bed in time to be rested for work tomorrow. (did i just say that?)

i attempt to resist the raging instinct to fetch me some food. so wrapped in a blanket of insecurities stitched with shame i crawl back to my hole ... willing to be unhappy now if it means feeling pretty later. ugh. i disgust myself with my poor self image. (hmm... a battle cry if i ever heard one)

seems these postings of mine have become more journal like, and less .. "poetic". reflection of my life. and so it goes.