Last night, I yelled that I hated my father, at the top of my lungs, twice. It was a very uplifting experience. My body now aches from that process. It was something that had to happen. My morning walk to HEB was also Grand! I said good morning to half a dozen employees. That, I had never done before. Perhaps my rage from last night triggered kindness. Very interesting concept. Sidenote, my best friend, Lacie, started taking her medicine again! Maybe both of us had an eye-opening experience. Controlled by an overwhelming urge to connect with the twisted fate with time?
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Hungry Always
Being 6'1. 180 lbs. I am always hungry with a veracious appetite. High metabolism does not help at all. Only intensifies the lust for food. Appetitive behavior, or so they. Calories burning in my forgotten body. Consumption a must. Proven that hamburgers are tasty. As I search for a reason for this problem, I wonder how others' deal with it? I am not the only one with this sinful pleasure.
By Tambourine Man2 years ago in Poets
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This certainly was very uplifting to read! May things always get better