Bottled up

Dammit. I ate too much. Dammit. Dammit Dammit. I feel shitty and stuffed. I feel pissed and pissy. I feel mad that i can't talk about it. I feel frustrated that i don't have an outlet. And i feel afraid that if i don't figure something out i'll begin to stuff it stuff it stuff it down my throat and try to swallow it whole until it goes to my gut and i begin again to start exploding out of my clothes. And just when i had lost so much weight. Dammit. I'm flowing. Perhaps i could continue and simply erase this entry when i'm done?

No. Deadwood is on and i suppose i should watch so i don't get behind.

Dammit

dammit dammit dammit