Just did 100% of lunch and I feel incredibly horrible and massively nauseous. Not to mention so angry with myself. I really hate dealing with these feelings, almost as much as I hate the fact that it’s over something as trivial as food. Of course, in my case, food is nothing trivial. It’s all consuming and terrifying.
I’m just hoping to wait out this torturous hour, then go curl up in a ball in my room, fall asleep by some miracle, and wake up to find out I’ve being moved down to Farr 7. But the way things are going today, it’s probably just going to be another miserable day trying to conquer what seems like impossible demons.