These meds killing my appetite plus burning all these extra calories from work is triggering me so bad I'm really having to fight not to go back to starving it's so hard
I could literally call in sick today and have no repercussions but for some reason I feel obligated to go in even though I feel like shit why am I like this
I LOVE the trope where a character who's secretly suicidal/mentally unwell is in a situation where the people they're close to finds out about it. There should be a tag for this specific situation.
I had finally worked myself up to a semi-decent spice tolerance and then it suddenly went to shit and now I think moderate store bought salsa is too spicy lmao help