I don’t want to do this anymore. I want out of this insane cycle. I don’t want to write about it anymore. I don’t want to experience it anymore. Please let me out. I’ve had enough.
Made it to the store and was crying when I got home. I felt so nauseous from the pain that I thought I was going to throw up in my parking lot. Why did I buy fresh food? That seems stupid right now. I can’t eat it. Today was shaping up to be a better day, but that store trip fucked it. This probably sets me back a couple days. But don’t worry – I have plenty of fresh food I can throw away instead of eating, so it’s OK. Please let me off of this ride. I’m done. Let me out.