an open letter to myself

Hey there,


Please stop eating Ruffles for lunch.  This is a decision you will always regret.  You will ride the Sickly train from Mild Anxiety all the way to the last stop, Self-Loathing.  Go to the gym.  Endorphins will make you feel better.  And if you keep up with stretching you can stop hunching over your desk like a vulture.  Your back won't hurt so much.  You're slipping into procrastination again.  If you do what you say you'll do you won't feel the guilt mixing with disappointment and the potato chips in the pit of your stomach.  Buy some vegetables.  You like them.  We can talk about the shoes that cost a third of your rent some other time.


See you around,
me