I am sat here in bed at almost 9am on a Sunday, crying at my microwave re-heated pizza.
Oh accountability- I bought pizza. Yes I regret it, but I’m going to eat every slice of it even if it kills me. Maybe it will. That would be a sort of bitter sweet outcome.
Hopelessness, and empty sadness is how I feel, but I’m still here. Still alive to feel all that shit. This is the part where I’m not so good at functioning. Yay me….😒