i do not dream of writing anything sensible. i have stopped making sense even to myself. i dream of writing about wonderful things but always end up sitting at cafes, drinking too much coffee and falling asleep after i have emptied a couple of cups.
i plan everyday, to eat healthy and end up binge eating before bedtime. i can't stop.
this is not who i wanted to become. who have i become?
i plan everyday, to eat healthy and end up binge eating before bedtime. i can't stop.
this is not who i wanted to become. who have i become?
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