I want to write. I want to starve. There's an ant in my tea.
I'm reading
Eli's Wings and although it's depressing, it makes me miss living alone and being free to control my eating. I'm an all or nothing person. I can't cook for Kane, eat with him, and watch my intake at the same time. It's too hard. Controlling my food is an intricate, time-
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