It's not the unnecessary midnight snack talking. Because I feel better after the unnecessary midnight snack. But before dinner, many hours ago:
"I stayed in all day. I kind of wish I was dead... Maybe I could go to a monastery? Become a rich thin blond anorexic girl. I need money and lasers..."
And I don't feel that's really me. I feel like it's some horrible messaging that got inside of me, and it's toxic. And that's what they wanted, isn't it.
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