Note to self: next time, don't EVER get a sponsor for ANYTHING unless you REALLY REALLY REALLY need it and have NO other choice. Otherwise be prepared for pressure from your sponsor, in terms of: their expectations (even though they might not know what's going on), their cautiousness, their way of doing things, them wanting you to do things their way, unnecessary intervention, refusal to listen to your explanation then ask the other parties involved and you stand there feeling a little embarrassed and a little violated, on top of the fact that your time is being wasted by someone else's conversation (you HAVE to be there, you can't just walk off. Rude.), and many other things. I might. May. No. WILL. Discuss th- k no. I don't want to talk about this anymore. I don't think it does justice to the person to have a full psychoanalysis on The Fawaz Study. Instead look there for my account of how I felt and how I slowly uncovered the reasons behind those feelings.

I GOT MY QUEST BARS. They are delicious. I want other flavours and I want them now.

But we all know, there's a time and place for everything and now's not the time to go spending again. Oh money, you evil thing, you.

And I'm definitely not sharing any adults' point of view of life. I'm breaking free of all those bonds of restrictions, amma keep fighting, and none of you gonna EVER make me into one of those other drones you might find yourself a part of.

I'm not alone, that's the THING. I've drawn inspiration from a TON of others who have done it. So who the heck has the right to say I can't be all that and escape all this shit that's getting everyone worked up and not happy?

No one.

Just do your utmost best and leave the rest to God.

I must sleep. Sleep cycles have been extremely poor, although my stomach was ridiculously flat this morning (it kinda creeped me out for a bit) (I thought too too too much sleep would make you fat), and I'm supposed to go schwimming in the morning.

OH LIFE.

I love you.

You are so...alive.

Whey's mai pwotein??