I dont check labels, I am an negligent consumer. I have no problem sticking doritoes, fruity pebbles, or store bought cookies into my bloodstream and well being. I dont mind if I cannot pronounce half of the ingredients and don't beleive there to be a language on planet earth that could. (Or, you know, a person speaking a earthian language seeing as the language itself cannot pronounce something.) I purchased a red bull yesterday, sugar free, for the mere fact that I like the color better. Then I realize I have fallen victim to a product containing aspartame, the artificial sweetener with it's own support group. I know this because I looked up everyone of the ingredients. And, hey, look at that, I still havent opened it. Not saying that I wont. Because eating(/drinking) healthier is a gradual process.
Boredom and waiting. I miss something right now, not necessarily a someone(even though I do), but a feeling. A comfort food. I miss the different ways of showing affection and something that makes something else complete. I want to be loved, adored, and be able to properly express it in return.
I'm an uncertain and awkward person. Right now if I were to assume crash position I'd just be bound to get stiff and achey. Nobody's ever been found post plane crash bobbing up and down clinging to their plane seats. I might as well be singing at the top of my lungs, right?