paper girl in a paper town.

What a good book. It turned out to be one of those books I absolutely could not put down for anything that I didn't have to. Including eating.
(By the way, thank you, Kato, for dragging me out to eat burgers last night. I really needed to eat something that wasn't snack food.)

Should I be open on this blog? Should I not?
... For this one, I think I'll just be open.

I've decided that my fast metabolism must be going a little too fast and eating away at my body. I've noticed my hipbones seem to be sticking out a little bit more than what's normal.
Maybe I'm just being sensitive about my body. That wouldn't be surprising, I'm a little down in the dumps lately.
Or maybe I've lost a little weight. But neither would this be surprising, and for the same reason.

I've been thinking a lot about the girl I've been so harshly compared and contrasted to for literally years, mostly in ways that didn't involve any words at all. You know what? I've come to the concrete conclusion that, although there are some things I've envied her for, there isn't any point in envying her.
The things I envy her for are artificial and frail. All paper.
When the things surrounding her eventually disintegrate, what will she be left with?

I like myself. I sincerely do.
How wonder how much she likes herself?

I think people really do make better mirrors than windows.


"I stand in this parking lot, realizing that I've never been this far from home, and here is the girl I love and cannot follow. I hope this is the hero's errand, because not following her is the hardest thing I've ever done."