Things ARE going better, sweet girl.

Had some problems when I first arrived here, but I can honestly say that I'm re-building. I'm drinking water, taking walks, taking naps. I'm trying to treat myself the way I'd treat a loved one, who was sick and sad and needed me to tell her what to do.

So my interior dialogue goes kind of like this:

"I want to drink until I can't feel anything."

No, how about a nice cup of iced tea with lemon? And maybe a nice mud masque, and then maybe a nap?

"Okay, I guess."

"I'm making you grilled vegetables and chicken tonight."

"All right. That sounds okay."

"Now wash your face and put on that mud masque."

Et cetera. I'm listening to myself, and doing what I say.

I haven't worked in about a month, because I stopped being able to strip and I haven't gotten a new job yet. BUT, I think I may be waiting tables at a restaurant just up the street, about half-time. It's a start.

What's going on with beautiful, sexy you?

xoxoxoxooxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxo