I've come back here again with more bones and fewer inhibitions. It seems to be the case more often than not. I have not shed more than five pounds, but the fat is disappearing. As is always the case, I'm torn. I feel the highs of being thin, but also the loss of femininity. Maybe it's an unfounded fear but it weighs on me (haha) nonetheless. Somehow I'm in a good mood, though.
Somehow tonight I feel poised on the verge of a nameless void. Perhaps it's Imbolc. It is the midpoint of my year. I don't know. I don't know a lot of things these days. I'm going to go get my insomniac ass some rest. Good night.
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