I feel like I gave up on being skinny and I know it because nothing small will fit, so now I'm having one
I felt so faint on the car here I was sweating and shaking; I haven't done that since I was nervous about a speech and now I'm doing it over something so trivial.
So now I'm crying in this fancy restaurant bathroom and a lesser known Sinatra song is playing, and I know it's him because I love him, and I put all that love I don't have for myself right now into his voice.
I shake as I type this sitting on a seat not suitable for anything but something else.
Im lightly tapping under my eyes trying not to lose my bottom mascara.