First time I could even consider eating in over a week, only a bowl but a start right?
So why do I still feel like complete slime? I felt like I deserved every second of the cage and then some, to be honest I'm still fighting the self loathing. Let's just say self worth is in the toilet at the moment.
And confession time: I hopped from rooftop to warehouse, I felt like only cold made sense.
But at the same time there's a little voice getting itchy for a job, maybe in a few weeks I could snag a quick freelance gig out of town or maybe out of state?