FALLIN'

47.5.

i wasn't quite surprised when i saw the drop in weight.

after all, i knew it would happen...

i had known, since i was 16, that when i moved outta my parents' place, i'd be too caught up in everything else to look after myself.

i really just mean food. i'd forego meals if i were too preoccupied.

brings me back to my poly days, when a friend told me she hopes i find a boyfriend real soon so i'd have someone to take care of me.

apparently, i neglected my basic health needs. and that a guy who loved me could help out with that.

i scoffed at the idea. but i also conceded a "maybe".

hmm. i wonder.

no.