The snow is falling in georgia. softly, silently, falling.
It has something to say but it says it so quietly without words.
It covers the earth in stillness and somewhat a beautiful sadness about it.

I am at such an unrest within myself. I am unhappy within my own skin right now.
I feel fat, and ugly, my skin isn't right, my body feels huge, my eyes are infected forcing me to wear glasses and covering my face. I feel insecure and want to hide under a rock. Along with it I am gettin sick, my throat hurts and I am getting a cough. I hope it goes away before my trip next week.

I just want to feel...special. Taken care of.