wow. i delete posts like nothing. i have this theory that i'm really suffering from a personality disorder.. only that i can't really be sure because i'm not always in a right state of mind. well, that's okay. i don't know much about death (i mean, does anyone really?), but a part of me believes that nothing really happens after you die. what if you just .. die? and that's the end of it? sounds a bit pleasant, doesn't it? i don't think i'd want to be stuck in any place that isn't earth, unless it happened to be earth again and i didn't really know i was dead. yes.. i could be dead right now? well enough of that, i've been thinking of french fries and hash browns this entire week. i've been taking in lots of chocolate, but i haven't been breaking out. talk about alien skin. wow. i'd love to be an alien and not even know it. that'd be a pleasant surprise to suddenly float up to space at midnight and not need oxygen. i'd really like a friend just the same so i wouldn't get lonely. but he must be a boy, so that we could have romantic dates on pluto. wow.
there will be one week for me when all i'll do is grow and grow and just keep growing. even when i'm asleep i'll be growing inches taller and by the end of the week, i'll look like a premature troll girl. then i'd be able to wear xxl clothing and not have to cut my hair at all. but i won't turn ugly or anything. i'd be pleasant and then i'd join the circus.
right now, i'd like a spicy tuna hand roll, pad thai, big fries from johnny rockets, a garden burger, mandarin oranges from the can, a salmon hand roll, steamed mushrooms, and a nutella crepe with lots and lots of strawberries and melted chocolate chips. i can eat all of that and not gain a thing. it's like my very own superpower. now, you might think i'm a bulimic, but i've never thrown up by force in my life. i think that a hungry soul comes by my bedroom while i sleep and steals everything i've eaten. wow.
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