Aug 21, 2012 14:57
My case manager called yesterday with the number of a therapist for me. Says she hopes I'm doing well. I say fuck off.
I refused to eat the majority of my lunch on Friday and then refused a Boost. When a counselor tried to talk to me I just cried. I give up.
Didn't eat until Sunday night.
I lost four pounds over the weekend. woot woot.
Today I have had freeze pops and rice cakes. I've been awake for almost 2 hours and I'm seriously considering taking my clonadine so I can just go back to sleep. I hate being awake.
I'm just tired of existing.