Fuck everyone

And everything. 

Stopped eating when he left and went down to 130-ish pounds.

Started eating again 2 weeks ago.

And I look like a beached whale.

But Im like "whatever, fuck it".

I bought a journal so I could do whatever.

But its still I my back pack wrapped in plastic.

Trying to explain to her the death of someone still living.

How?
Why?

Mostly the why part

My face and arms are super pointy and my tummy is swollen. Completion is hosed from quitting smoking and menstruation and exhaustion.

But I meditate

Fuck this.

Fuck everyone.

Fuck you.