This is what I conclude about me and food. When I'm unhappy food just doesn't seem to taste right. Not only does it not taste right, I find myself not being able to eat at all.

Today, after my dear left, I tried eating again (cause I'm having serious gastric pains), and after writing my last entry, I puked everything out into the toliet bowl. What a waste of resources...

This must be some kind of psychological problem, I haven't exactly eaten for the past 3 days. And now I've wasted a perfectly good meal. In a way I should be glad, this will give me a chance to lose some weight.

Like my previous entry, I feel my heart dropping, the fear of not being able to delivery what is being assked of me seems to be affecting my body's system. I just simply feel sick, though my fever has already died.

At least if I can't eat, I can sleep? No... Unfortunately that doesn't seem to be working for me either. After hanging up the phone till this very moment, I can't seem to sleep either. Something seems to be bothering me, though I can't really explain what it is.

Bear my drama.

I suddenly feel somewhat miserable. If this is like a punishment I'm mentally giving myself, then be it. Only after breaking down a true recovery will be able to take place.

So like the song "London bridge is falling down", may I land in safe waters.

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