I’m tired of the constant desire to get fucked out of my mind, tired of thinking abt this stupid a** guy, tired of having to constantly think about food. Funny how antidepressants seem to amplify the magnitude of every visibly present issue. Somehow being in a catatonic state of nothingness was better than this. I don’t want to admit it but I really miss the months when I weighed what a 12 year old should because no matter how miserable my body felt, i didn’t have to worry about anything else. I didn’t feel any s***** desire and I genuinely think I was less bothered.