"All gone, all lost, all hell and death"
Apr. 24th, 2002 07:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janestarzWell, the dishes are gone, the food got lost somewhere between the fridge and my mouth, hell hasn’t broken loose yet but I suppose it will soon. And death, well, death is unavoidable I suppose.
I just can’t stop thinking, smiling, feeling. Which is good, somewhere.
When I got home, I went into Marjoleins room saying things went ‘out of control a bit’ in school, and I noticed she had some sort of thing on her screen for her guidance counselor, I think. It said something which makes me believe that she knows very well her anorexia is bad for her but she still wants to reach that perfect weight. (Which, I wonder, is how low? I think 45 kilogrammes, but that’s a hunch. Problem is, some of my hunches are correct). I think she still holds her supper though. Speaking of which…
Marjolein and I cooked well. It tasted a bit too tomatoey, but it was okay. Her father (yes, it does run in the family) can annoy me as Marjolein sometimes can, but not today. So dinner was okay, I suppose.
We just washed up. Well, she started and I joined her ofcourse. No need for her to do so on her own. Well, the talk came to fathers, and I said I didn’t have such a good bond with my father. Ofcourse, she supposed she knew all about it and thought she understood. Which she, by the way, doesnt. I don’t even understand. But that’s another (repressed) matter.
People who tear the skin from under my nails. Don’t you just love those?
I just can’t stop thinking, smiling, feeling. Which is good, somewhere.
When I got home, I went into Marjoleins room saying things went ‘out of control a bit’ in school, and I noticed she had some sort of thing on her screen for her guidance counselor, I think. It said something which makes me believe that she knows very well her anorexia is bad for her but she still wants to reach that perfect weight. (Which, I wonder, is how low? I think 45 kilogrammes, but that’s a hunch. Problem is, some of my hunches are correct). I think she still holds her supper though. Speaking of which…
Marjolein and I cooked well. It tasted a bit too tomatoey, but it was okay. Her father (yes, it does run in the family) can annoy me as Marjolein sometimes can, but not today. So dinner was okay, I suppose.
We just washed up. Well, she started and I joined her ofcourse. No need for her to do so on her own. Well, the talk came to fathers, and I said I didn’t have such a good bond with my father. Ofcourse, she supposed she knew all about it and thought she understood. Which she, by the way, doesnt. I don’t even understand. But that’s another (repressed) matter.
People who tear the skin from under my nails. Don’t you just love those?
