justrun-.

but it won't matter

what can i say..it's been nothing but a terrible week. and the sudden outburst of pimples all over my face isn't doing me any good. neither is the bingeing... i am bloating up like a puffer fish. ugh.

my bike is STILL in the bike box. hah. i've been too busy to unpack it. but perhaps that's just an excuse.. cos i sense that i am just trying to avoid associating myself with anything remotely related to the race.

been sick this week. some hell of a headache. it's like someone's squishing your head with a giant clamp. immense pressure. gah. pressure. dammit i'm going to flunk physics.

it's so depressing to find yourself nowhere. ahha after shit hard work, you find yourself in the middle of nowhere. how amusingly destructive. see what that does to my self esteem?

now i don't know what to do.

trying to be what you want me to be
feeling so faithless
lost under the surface
don't know what you're expecting of me
under the pressure
of walking in your shoes

okay my head hurts! i surrender!!! i admit that i'm some stupid lousy dumbo so yeah. stop torturing me will you? and those active gastric juices ..please quit bothering me. you are giving me terrible pain. the endoscopy was useless. i know i have friggin erosions in my stomach. i hate medication. and i hate hospitals.

agh okay better stop here. too much angst for one night.

[pat]* decided to runaway-.

put on her shoes at [22:51]

and took [20060331] strides

it's the passion that drives you