bread.

like all my fancy plans this idea with a blog seems to just have fallen out of my mind after a short initiating posts.
i don't know if it's just another indication that i can't actually keep something important, of anythinh else for that matter, for a longer time, then say, one month.

well. i'm working at the sodding café, for another three weeks or so, soon, soon, my boyfriend will be back in town to save me from my misery. perhaps then i can use his help to fight this fucking bulimia which just showed up one day and doesn't seem to just go away from ignoring it. nothing ever does.


and today i just want to give up, but i wont. at least not yet.

freshly baked bread in my kithchen, smells heavenly. i just ate and threw up a half loaf of it. sometimes i detest myself immensely.