And then I remembered I have (had?) a blog.
If you need an update: I’ve gained weight. I got really fat that my heart learned tricks on its own. Sometimes, a sudden twitch then followed by a deep pain. Sometimes, it’s the act of the disappearing heartbeat. Both of which involves personal physical violence through punches to the chest to keep me alive.
One time, me and friend had to attend an org’s party after jogging around the campus. I had to change clothes with him around – from sweaty and fat-filled clothes to fresh and fat-filled clothes. That friend thought I was wearing a bold printed shirt underneath. “A girdle of some sort for the body?” he asked. I told him, “you’re looking at my skin and if your human anatomy is failing you right now, that’s my chest.” I'm pretty bruised up.
I’ve been also in and out of relationships. Yes, some with humans. But I also explored the wonders of having relationships with elementals, with fairies and dwarves, with inanimate objects like the soil in Will’s garden, my classmate Jeff’s red eraser, and with the pebble that got stuck on my sneaker. I lost track of the other things. I mean, my past relationships.
To date, I also now have 7 tattoos on my body. (I counted my left and right eyebrow separately.) The last one I got was a rainbow tattoo that crosses through the nape with ends resting on my shoulders. That one was dedicated to the cloud I just broke up with. I told it, “I’m sorry, but I just got tired of looking up.”
If you were texting me in the past days, weeks, and months, and I haven’t been replying, that’s probably because I changed my cellphone number too. I got a new phone. I can’t really see its brand. The phone’s name is etched on the lower part. My new cheeks and chunky eyelids prevent me from reading it. I just bought this phone because the keypad is big enough for my fingers.
But I’m sorry. I have to stop here. I’m already panting. This is already above 300 words, exactly 363 by the end of this sentence.
I know I can get fit and healthy again ‘cause, lately, I’ve been running on your mind.
If you still don't get it, just go away.
If you need an update: I’ve gained weight. I got really fat that my heart learned tricks on its own. Sometimes, a sudden twitch then followed by a deep pain. Sometimes, it’s the act of the disappearing heartbeat. Both of which involves personal physical violence through punches to the chest to keep me alive.
One time, me and friend had to attend an org’s party after jogging around the campus. I had to change clothes with him around – from sweaty and fat-filled clothes to fresh and fat-filled clothes. That friend thought I was wearing a bold printed shirt underneath. “A girdle of some sort for the body?” he asked. I told him, “you’re looking at my skin and if your human anatomy is failing you right now, that’s my chest.” I'm pretty bruised up.
I’ve been also in and out of relationships. Yes, some with humans. But I also explored the wonders of having relationships with elementals, with fairies and dwarves, with inanimate objects like the soil in Will’s garden, my classmate Jeff’s red eraser, and with the pebble that got stuck on my sneaker. I lost track of the other things. I mean, my past relationships.
To date, I also now have 7 tattoos on my body. (I counted my left and right eyebrow separately.) The last one I got was a rainbow tattoo that crosses through the nape with ends resting on my shoulders. That one was dedicated to the cloud I just broke up with. I told it, “I’m sorry, but I just got tired of looking up.”
If you were texting me in the past days, weeks, and months, and I haven’t been replying, that’s probably because I changed my cellphone number too. I got a new phone. I can’t really see its brand. The phone’s name is etched on the lower part. My new cheeks and chunky eyelids prevent me from reading it. I just bought this phone because the keypad is big enough for my fingers.
But I’m sorry. I have to stop here. I’m already panting. This is already above 300 words, exactly 363 by the end of this sentence.
I know I can get fit and healthy again ‘cause, lately, I’ve been running on your mind.
If you still don't get it, just go away.
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