What’s Wrong With Me?

June 26, 2005 | Category: Love & Relationships

The thing is with me is that when I’m upset or depressed, I eat. Alot. With no care to the world. I couldn’t care less if there was a tsunami or a war tomorrow, I will EAT. I eat with emotions. It’s just the curse that was cast upon me from the moment I was create in my mother’s womb. Even though I find it a great pleasure to be even eating, but from the moment I put that spoon/fork down, it becomes worse. Thus, it doesn’t exactly help with my depression.

With that, I figured I need someone to help me with my problem. My conclusion is well non-other than a MAN.

Yes, I need to find myself a MAN to get me out this long unbecoming depression. Question is, will it work? Well, I’ll just have to wait and find out won’t I? That comes to my second dilemma. How long do I even want to wait? I’ve waited long enough.

I have a stable job, not my dream job but I’m happy with what I’ve accomplished. I’m independent. I’m fun, so I think I am. I’m loving and loyal, as a friend AND as a lover/partner. I love music AND movies. I’m easy going, don’t fuss that much, well except when it comes to food and service. *grins* I’m passionate. When I start something I make sure I finish it, no matter how long it takes. I’m compassionate, roadkill appalls me. Whoever would just drive through and kill a dog/cat or even rat is inhumane. So don’t even start with me when it comes to animal rights. I’m plus size, not skin and bones, not slim but plus size. If anyone has a problem with plus size women, you can GO FUCK YOURSELVES YOU SHALLOW BASTARD!!

I do not know what else to say about myself. What’s there not to like about me? Is something seriously wrong with me? Just because I love sex? Just because I sent the wrong signals out? What?

What is wrong with me?

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