I felt the need to eat dinner (at like 10:30 lol) in my bedroom.
I put a pillow on my lap and eat my crappy dinner and cry into my fucking sandwich (nutritious lol) and all I feel is hot shame and loneliness and I'm so angry.
I hate that there are tears and crumbs on my pillows, but there's blood on the tiles and a sick bird in my chest.
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