Porque ya sabes que me encantan esas cosas/que no importa si es muy tonto/soy así

I am not a happy camper. My hormones are all over the place. I feel like a blimp, or as Juno would put it - I am a planet. I am at my fugliest too. Right now I am concurrently The Most Inadequate Person In The World as well.

Consuming a horrifying amount of chocolate did not even help at all. I now eat thrice the amount of food I used to have when I was sick, but I think it only exacerbates the situation further. But how can I help it if I am always starving and having terribly bad cravings for sweets?

Being hormonal along with the depression bit of CFS do not a good combination make. Whilst listening to music does help me deal with things a bit better, then again it can only do so much. Now even imagined (or real - My sense of reality is quite skewed at the moment) transgressions commited by people I once held dear make me go to pieces. This past week has truly been a maelstrom of sadness, but I told myself to only be crestfallen about it for a couple of days at most. Being emo for extended periods of time gets old really quick anyways. Molly Ringwald could not have said it better in Pretty in Pink - I just want them to know that they didn't break me.

Last night I went out to have a couple of drinks by myself and it felt glorious. After all, there are things that you will only be able to sort out when can hear yourself think. Afterwards I hung out with a handful of friends who were prepared to accept the me that I am right now - a very hormonal girl with issues who eats like there is no tomorrow. And I can only show that flawed and human side of myself to very few people in this world.

I just need some time to regroup and I will be back to regular programming shortly.