I know that it has been way too long, but stuff needs to be said, even if only a few sentences.
It has been a rough month. I wouldn't call it depression, but I've been in such a rut that I thought that I may be depressed. I had, and to some extent still have, no motivation for anything. My self-esteem is rock-bottom, I want to sleep all the time, and, worst of all, I turn to food for comfort. I feel disgusting--both emotionally and physically. I feel like the only thing that I still have passion for is my weight. It is the only thing that makes me get dressed every morning, go to class, and meet up with friends. It sounds a little weird, I know, but that's all that really matters at this point.
I haven't eaten all day.
But mostly because I chose not to.
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