Random Channel Surfing

C'est pour cet raison que je n'aime pas quand je tombe amoureuse avec quel qu'un. Je me rends folle et stupide et je veux vraiment me FRAPPER.

Only time will tell whether or not I follow through with this plan, but for now... I'm legitimately interested in pursuing this.

Oh, Drama Queen. Relax. You magnify every little thing by a million and it annoys me. I don't know why you do these things. People don't care as much as you and that's fine. It's not their prerogative. It's yours and, really, work stuff is just work stuff. Take a drink of your water and mellow out. Just breathe.

It's always been a lost cause. You've always known that. It's why you've been guarded. Why you've been smart  (quite possibly the first and only time to date). So it's time to let go. Just. Let go. And you'll feel so much better once you do.

She calls it a craving, but it's more of a need. A necessity she feels almost every day. She knows it's twisted. Knows it's unhealthy, but she can't control it. Has no real energy to fight against this particular demon. Or... sometimes she feels as though she'd prefer to let it win. Life would be simpler if she'd learn to give in. She stares back into the mirror and counts her ribs. She's transfixed by her tiny waist and her tiny arms and her tiny legs and her tiny neck and her much smaller breasts. She hardly sees the bags under her eyes or the sallow colour of her skin. It's easiest to ignore the bad on top of the bad.  She's gone down three dress sizes. She's dropped at least fifteen pounds in three weeks. Why would she, then, give in to that despicable craving? No, she's better off the way she is now. Starving. Shrinking. Smiling, despite the gnawing pain in her stomach and heart. She'd rather turn a dozen heads than go bac