Fasting and the evident emotional chaotic bullshit that comes with it.
Yesterday didn't exist.
Well, not for me.
I slept for all of it.
I feel exhausted and in a daze, almost like I'm drunk yet I'm completely sober.
I can't think.
I can hear my breathing in my head and ears, and it makes it hard to speak.
Harder to get the words out.
Harder for others to hear me.
My pulse is magnified much the same.
I feel like I'm not completely present. Like my brain and body aren't quite fully connected.
I feel like I'm daydreaming, but it's realistically a fucking nightmare I'm dreaming about (existing in).
Day 2 of fasting.
I've been too scared to even consume fluid today.
My weight is still much too high.
I get weighed tomorrow.
I don't want to go.
I feel like shit.
I'm absolutely miserable.
Please make this torture end.