Just to show my dedication, when I die I want a Simpson’s quote written on my tomb stone:
"It was the best of times, it was the blurst of times."
Once again, my only friend is the Internet. If this week doesn’t kill me, the fact that I won’t have eaten will. Why am I so fucking stupid. I have nothing to live for and no one will care if I am gone.
In three days I have eaten a regular fries from McDonald’s, a slice of lasagna, and a slice of pizza. I’ve cried out the entirety of my body’s liquid content, while also having to deal with my parent’s in house ‘divorce’, my Mother’s smashed iPhone, contemplating hanging myself, and feeling abandoned. I’d love nothing more than to slip into a coma, not that anyone would notice. Bye.