current mood: drained
I quit. Not starving, though, no not that. I quit eating. I'm gonna see how long I can go before I just collapse. I've broken mentally. I am an empty shell and this shell is just a lie which I despise. I want it gone. I want the facade to come crashing down. I am more depressed than I have ever been before. I am alone, unloved, fat, a faliure, a nobody, and I never will be. So I quit.