I think I'm going insane. I had these dreams, these nightmares, about my mother...and I was so hungry. So fucking hungry. When I woke up I ate almost everything in the house...all the leftover chicken and the butter and the frozen bacon I was saving. Raw. And I still felt hungry afterward, and I threw it all up. I couldn't...I couldn't control myself. I don't know what came over me, it was like my blood was on fire.
I'm not really sick, am I? Like...ebola or anything? I feel so low.
Should I have done something for Valentine's, or have I really misjudged this? Either way.
Roses are red Violets are blue I'm bad at this You have an awesome body.