I forgot how again

The Jena 6 make me so sad. I feel depressed and hopeless.

This is one of those blogs where it's been so long since I've posted that I feel like whatever I write needs to be really good since it's been so long coming, but these usually end up being stupid and the good ones are the ones that happen all the time. I just need to write something. Anything. To get back into the swing of things.

I'm really excited for my soccer game tonight.

I don't have a favorite color, but I have a favorite color combo and it's red and blue.

I got a new bike! I'm so excited about it! I'm riding again. Biking is my main transportation again! It's a blue road bike and I got a new seat and new handlebar tape (red and blue!). I'm so much happier and it was as simple as riding my bike.

I've been eating, but I haven't been hungry in about a month. I can't wait for it to happen again. It must be coming soon. I'm healthy again, I'll be on my bike, I'm not on any more meds... I'm back from seeing the family.

God. Maybe I stopped writing because they stole my soul and sense and self and I was ashamed and embarassed and sad and just didn't want to talk about it.

I spent the whole weekend with them on purpose and didn't let myself do anything fun (I ran away up the street twice to make phone calls hunched behind cars so they couldn't find me, and made my way to the beach twice, for short bursts). I was really trying to see them and I was there for such a short time...

Oh God. Why did I even start talking about it? Not worth it.

Ummm, work is awesome and really busy. I miss beth a lot. Four staff just showed up, so I'm off.

I love the Women's World Cup.