Gaunt I feel like my skin is just hanging off of me right now. The small of my back feels nice and flat (for this is my favorite part of my body with it's soft downy little sworl of hair), but I can feel my ribs. My legs feel dominated by bone, and my feet are skinny and the skin feels thin and I feel old, fragile, and susceptible to the cold. I can feel the looseness of my arms and jutting out skeleton bits. My wrists are small, and my fingers are long and skinny. I am remarkably healthy right now, smoking aside (and soon to be banished from my habitual repetoire), but I don't feel like I look it.

I've had an odd night. I feel really uncomfortable about something I got tricked into revealing, because everything was fine before. Things were happy, content and fine. And I suppose they will continue to be, because I sure as hell won't do anything to alter that- and there is comfort that the secret wasn't really a secret- unless the person is really dumb, or had lived in a cave all their life subsisting on squirrels.

Fuck I need to study, and I just can't do it. I don't even know where to begin ranting about study habits. So read my take on it in someone elses words. Ha ha.
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