I managed to leave the house after battling with my mind.
I waited for the bus and when it came there wasn’t enough money on my card.
I had to try hard not to cry.
I walked in a daze into G knowing I would be late.
I thought of ways to kill myself on the way and the problems they come with.
I got a coffee somewhere and read my book in the corner.
I thought about practicing but what is the point when you are going to die.
Or feel like dying.
I bought a bottle of wine and walked home.
I have stopped eating indefinitely.
