An emo, non-substance post

Hopelessly, incredulously, utterly – hooked.

Yupz, that’s how I am with BC. With sweating it out at the gym. With sharing laughs and crazy antics with gymmies. With the lifestyle. With being happy. With being fulfilled. With being satisfied.

One day of deprivation and I am reduced to a bundle of nerves. Raw, agitated, the-world-owes-me-a-big-one nerves. URGH.

Work seems draggy.
Peeps seem annoying.
Day seems bleak.
Food seems bland.

I . NEED . MY . ENDORPHINS.

Hmmmm, wonder if this is how my deathstick-supporter friends feel like when deprived. If it’s anything close to the frustration I currently feel in my core, then I now know.

Oh, yes.

I . NEED . MY . ENDORPHINS.

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