Wait. No lax until you’re constipated.
Make it miserable.
Make you miserable.
Completed 3 meals. In a Row.
Like some ducks that fucking need shot.
Now they’ll expect more.
Reznor keeps me from crying.
Meals are triggering.
Seeing other patients struggle. Use behaviors.
In front of me.
Telling me what to do.
What NOT to do.
I miss Melissa.
Her presence made it easier to endure.
No one here deserves to know me.
I saw Mary today.
If I see her, who else will I come across?