I wish I didn’t go to the stupid residents group today. I can’t even pretend I’m kind of okay, they did a mindfulness exercise involving eating chocolate (obviously I didn’t participate and I still felt sick), and now I just want to lay down and cry, except I can’t because laying down involves thinking I’m (or actually, theres no way I can tell right now) getting my shytty, potassium-lacking, low in sugar, acidic blood sucked on by maybe specs of dust maybe insects that are going to be the reason everyone in this building hates me in a week.