Sleeping is the only love.
Today is day 1 of me going back to my roots. I was a strict vegetarian for seven years from ages 13 to 20, and a vegan for about 6 of those months. For some reason about five months ago, I decided to stop. I’ve regretted each pound since. Fuck this feeling overly full and lethargic bull shit.
My opinions overall about vegetarianism/veganism never changed, but obviously enough for me to stop, like a dumbass. That was one of the only things I had much pride in about myself, and it’s been missing. This time around, though.. it’s mostly because of my pure disgust in my recent weight gain and my inexplicable ability to ignore it like all my other problems in life, until they turn into an avalanche of passionate emotion ( good and bad ). I’m not going to let myself gain anymore weight, this is awful.
Today marks a new beginning, or whatever.
