closed lips, clenched fist.

..I always hate the third day of my fasts.. its the worst for physical pain. The first day is emotionally tasking, yes.. but the third day is almost unbearable.. my stomach is in knots, my limbs begin cramping uncontrollably, and my head is pounding. I feel like someone is stabbing me in my left temple repeatedly. Needless to say, it fucking sucks. I can't wait till tomorrow.. the first half of the day will be overwhelming lethargy.. and after a few cat naps.. the energetic mood will kick in, followed by complete bliss.. its I high I couldn't possibly explain with words. It's wonderful.

Today was a good day. I cuddled with my boyfriend practically all day. I love him something fierce. He's the best thing to come out of New York. Haha. That's where we met. I was living there for a couple years.. and when i finally got out of an abusive relationship I was in, we started hanging out.. and well, never stopped. But me and him left that frigid ass state a while back, traded it in for some palm trees and never looked back. But yeah, he's my world.. nothing less, possibly more.

Gawd, tomorrow's gunna be so badass. I have a 6 hour tattoo session scheduled, and then a double date to midevil times tomorrow night. The place is perfect for "eating" ..low lighting.. and countless distractions. This is very important to make it to the fifth day.. since the boyfran starts to notice after the third.. and starts threatening doctor visits on the fourth. I'm feeling great about things.

I hope all of you lovelies are staying on track too. We'll get through this together.

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