I don’t want to talk about it.
I don’t want to talk about how heavy my heart is.
I don’t want to talk about how hopeless I am.
I don’t want to talk about how lonely I am.
I don’t want to talk about how fat I feel.
I don’t want to talk about how I broke my heart.
I don’t want to talk about how I’d rather be dead.
I love my dog.

Sweet potato fries (yummy!), Quorn chik’n patty with avocado, homemade banana bread, salad with Edamame, Jicama, greens, carrots, and red bell pepper, and pineapple.

Kiwi fruit for a snack. I find them so strange, but appealing.
Lunch – homemade mozzarella and tomato salad,
green salad, Egg Beaters with mushrooms, baked salt and vinegar chips, Doritos, and an orange that said, “Eat me, I’m good 4 you.” I love it when my fruit talks to me.
More mozzarella and tomato salad, chik’n wrap with Jicama, avocado, and swiss cheese. Honey yogurt for a sweet touch.
Swedish “meatballs, noodles, MORE homemade mozzarella and tomato salad (I was getting sick of it at this point), green salad, and my fave: honey yogurt.







Veggie burger, THE LAST of the mozz. and tomato salad, green salad, salt & vinegar chips, and strawberries. (I bought a huge tray of strawberries. I’ll be eating them forever.)
Breakfast – Organic oatmeal, almond butter, soymilk, and strawberries.
Snack – Strawberries and cocoa almonds. The combination is delish.

Lastly, tofu, sweet potato, salad monster, and the perfunctory honey yogurt (not shown.)
There’s no spot in my heart for anymore words. Only the sounds of cries being muffled.