My body can’t seem to tell the difference between hunger and anxiety anymore. But at least I’m not nauseated today. I just ate some oatmeal and I feel better so I guess it was just my hunger. My microwave is broken and I hate using the stove because I’m worried I’ll cause a gas explosion or a fire. All I have is ramen and oatmeal that I always make in the microwave. I think I only used the oven once but I don’t have any frozen foods anyways.

My family came over and they didn’t say much to me. I don’t think they quite know how to respond to what’s been going on. My mom tells them everything.