I lost my appetite for no known reason a week ago. It has yet to return. I eat for two reasons only. First, so that those around me don’t ask questions. Second, because I don’t want my hair to start falling out or the horrible things that happen to people who starve to take place. I have had no hunger pains, no dizziness or fainting, no fatigue or weakness. I’ve been entirely...
I am tired. I don’t think I ask too much, I need support. I’m sorry I’m not stronger.
I’m completely drained. Of energy. Of hope. Of passion. Of reason. Of my faith in humanity.