...hum
I think it's come to that point where I'm actually feeling kind of...depressed. I know, it surprises me, too. But it's not even anyone else's fault, really. I'm just becoming heavily dissatisfied with myself and it's coming to that point where it should be scaring me, but...
It's not.
I should be concerned about the dangerous rate of weight loss, the startling bouts of headaches and increased need for sleep. I should be trying to live on something other than water and meager meals to do just enough to function. I should be living my life. I should be, at the very least, existing.
I'm not doing either of these things.
I'm just...not growing up, apparently. I think, though, that I'm just tired of it, and just want to end it here. I don't want to age, grow up, push past, do anything.
I simply just...acknowledge this.
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