I decided to try writing a stream of consciousness type post for my character. This is still fiction, but who knows what may come out...
As always, constructive criticism is appreciated.
I'm not taking one.
I don't care that she brought them in "just for me." I'm not doing it.
She did it on purpose. She knows I can't resist the pink frosting.
I will today.
I've been so good this month. Down ten pounds. Fourteen more to goal. I'm not ruining that over pink frosting and those stupid heart sprinkles.
Hearts are stupid.
What are they? Left over from Valentine's Day? That was like a month ago.
Valentine's Day. That's stupid too. Why does anyone care about it so much? I mean, he "forgot" about it and did I freak out? No. It's not like I wanted to go out. And I don't need any more necklaces. It's just as well he didn't remember.
But seriously? He forgot? Did he set foot in a store this winter? With the red and the pink and the hearts everywhere? Who could forget?
I want that donut.
It's begging me to eat it.
But she'll just love that, won't she? She's been trying to sabotage me ever since I fit back into these jeans.
I love these jeans.
More than I'll love that donut.
I'll just eat half. Someone else will finish it. Just a little taste.
Ah, hell. What's one donut gonna do?