The bedroom is cold. I haven’t had breakfast but I don’t want to. I don’t like eating in the morning. I ate more last night than I ever do and I had a smaller belly this morning. I think that means a lot of the belly is not fat, but malnutrition. I’m just not getting enough stuff. Last night I ate whatever I wanted, and it worked out.

The conventional outlook, food facts and stuff, of food is so narrow minded and just plain wrong.

Dad’s legs are aching, or something, and he’s just groaning through the house. Why doesn’t he go to the doctor? Stupid boomer. Making everyone feel sorry for him, groaning through the house. At what price though. Thorough dumbass.

I don’t work hard enough.

I don’t have any friends.

Nothing makes me feel good.

I don’t go interesting places.

I don’t know. I don’t pay attention to the days anymore. Time just flies by. I’m wasting my life.

It’s the 10 December, 2021. I was alive twenty years ago.

I have to have my soy smoothie and then take my pills.

What is life. What is it even. I don’t understand.

Someone help.

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