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The problem with feeling broken and wretched and disposable, the way I have for the last few days, is that I can't motivate myself to eat anything. And that's not for any of the old reasons, it's not a lack of motivation borne by self-destruction, it's just because I can't motivate myself to do anything at all. I could cook something just as easily as I could walk to the moon.
And I know it's a bad idea, honestly I do, but I just can't make myself care. Which is why it's a good thing that I work with people who always want to go to lunch--I don't have to do it myself because they do it for me. I figure that as long as I make a meal a day, I'm doing better than lots of other people.