Maybe if I lay against this pillow long enough I'll be ok...
But I still feel the same.
I haven't eaten. I can't. I forgot how to do that for myself.
Moving to this place was problematic.
Because I don't know where a store is nearby.
And I don't have the strength or energy to find one.
I feel dead.
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Art imitates life. Life imitates art. I am the tortured artistic type.
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