Sunday.

Out of the 52 Sundays there are in a year (aprox.), I may like 8 or 9 of them. In general, I hate Sundays. They are emotional, lonely, evil, big days where I usually binge or cry or just feel deeply sad. When it rains, I get some comfort because I feel like the world is at the same mood. So we match. Like today.

I love rain. I find it's sound, it's smell soothing. Rain and Massive Attack's songs are a perfect match. They also go pretty well with my Immunology report. I must finish it. Of course I've spend all day watching Dexter and You tube videos of how to take care of a wrist tattoo. I can't wait for mine. Sometimes I pretend I already have it, it gives me strength. As soon as I book my ticket to London, I'm calling for the appointment. Yay.

I still can't find the way to convince myself I don't need food on weekends. During the week I manage to keep a low calorie intake but weekends..they are so messy! I think I will stop talking about food with my friends. I say scary things, I guess. I get weird looks. I'll stop.

I need to get down at numbers. Not up. I need to hear some compliments on Christmas holidays. I much need that.

Oh, of course I forgot to tell you that. I rejected a guy last week. I'm doing it all over again. He came to close to me and I needed air to breathe. So I stopped. I cannot date a guy that is a friend of mine. I don't. I want a stranger, it somehow feels safer that way. So if I complain about wanting a boyfriend, please someone remind me of that.

Thank you.