possibly the most serious bout of lack of appetite ever.
telling you, it really sucks.
it's no longer an issue of getting fat/chubby/heavier
but it's more of this deep repulsion for food in itself, not the effects it has on me.
i'm pretty convinced I can survive without any food. maybe with the exception of ice-cream and water.
maybe work is taking a toll on me. life is taking a toll on me.
i don't want to do  a n y t h i n g.
just lie in the middle of bed and stare at the ceiling.
feeling alone, but not lonely.
i need that sanity back.
that sanity of privacy, the allowance for preference.
that's what.
i just don't feel like eating. maybe i'll just fade away - that's how things happen, right?
overthinking kills.
it kills softly, without a trace.
i just want to fade away sometimes.
and it won't matter, because none of us ever did.