i wonder what it feels like to be skinny, and thin, and wake up in the morning in nothing but a tshirt and panties and still feel sexy, to have guys look at me, to have guys want to be my boyfriend, to have girls be jealous of my body, to feel my hipbones and collarbones, to feel confident in a bikini, to sit down and not feel fat everywhere, to not rub out the thighs in my jeans, to need a smaller size in the store, i could go on forever.
So yeah, I’m having one of those weeks. I have so much to do, and not enough time whatsoever. I have like 5 essays due before April 1st (sounds simple enough, I know, but getting started is an adventure in itself), I have to start this stupid AP English project due in a few days and I have no…
“I am deeply aware of the risks of any military action, no matter what limits we place on it … I want the American people to know that the use of force is not our first choice, and it’s not a choice that I make lightly. But we can’t stand idly by when a tyrant tells his people that there will be no mercy.”—
n. sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out, that you’ll dutifully pass on the joke of being alive without ever learning the punchline—the name of the beneficiary of all human struggle, the sum of the final payout of every investment ever made in the future—which may not suit your sense of humor anyway and will probably involve how many people it takes to change a lightbulb.