Completely loony. Lost my mind BIG TIME. Day 4 of not smoking. AHHHH!!! When will this interminable, low-level bone-grind ever stop? Must do some exercise. Must do something.
Manny dropped in last night when I was going to go bike riding... so I went riding anyway, just not in the way I had envisaged, a short time previously. A Greek boy's arse is a good substitute for two wheels.
Mum's tonight... hope she doesn't shit me! Want to go jogging when I get back from her place. I think exercise is the only thing that will break this, addiction breaking, down to manageable.
I can go from nice to vile in a blink of an eye, without warning, faster than a speeding bullet, more devastating than that tsunami. I have taken myself off to bed and out of everybody's way each night this week. I think it's better than savaging someone unnecessarily. It’s better than apologising.
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