so last night, after eating a third of a dumpstered trader joe’s pecan pie leaving me in a sickly state in my room, i decided to tell sam about this problem. it felt so dramatic and unnecessary, it’s just a frusterating battle to me. even though this doesn’t sound too reassuring, i feel like a clean slate, like i can start anew before it’s too late. i am so far from having to ‘emotionally eat’, my life is so SO GOOD. so it’s ridiculous and something i should not even both about. that’s that.

we went to spencer’s butte this morning and it was beautiful! right when we got to the top, the clouds blew away reveling all the open farmlands of fall. oh hoorah! sushi night soon. wheeee.

molly’s playing cat powers in her room. her music is not very diverse. i feel sad about johnathon, i feel like molly is in the same place sam was at when i was at my lowest. she’s gotta know it’s not her problem to solve, just to aide in finding the solution.