I'm so fucking hungry.
I'm having a hard time even convincing myself to drink something. It's 2pm and I have nothing to write down in the food log thing my new psychiatrist wants me to fill out. I'm trying to bargain with myself that I could just have some ice water and miso but even that is terrifying.I ended up taking all the laxatives I had last night. I don't know how many. Needless to stay, my intestines are not happy today.
My arm hurts. Whoever decided stapling someone's skin was a good idea was clearly a sadist. I decided I prefer stitches. They hurt less, pull your skin less, and don't snag on everything. I can't believe I have to have these hanging out in my skin for the next ten days. I love how I complain about some dumb ass thing that was my fault in the first place.
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