I like the delete button. It solves the anxiety that comes when a piece is out of control and heading off the rails. I couldn’t make it do what I wanted. It was a literary teenager, all sulky and willful. Select all and goodbye.
I don’t want to write about the arguments I have with my eating disorder on the semiregular. A quick survey of my written works (and doesn’t that sound pretentious) will reveal the longstanding hate-hate relationship, wherein she tries to kill me by destroying my sense of self and I try to not get dead. It’s endless, and I don’t feel like discussing my eating disorder today.
It’s boring at times, being ill. Mostly because of the chronic. Problems with soundbite resolutions are better. While sometimes I feel aspirational and want to share the inside life of my eating disorder, at other times, doing so seems nauseatingly…
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From Famine to Feast. 
I seem to recall having read somewhere that talking to plants really is good for them because of the whole carbon dioxide water vapour thing. I think the main reason I don’t talk to my plants is that I’m too busy talking to the guinea pigs.
I have a plant that I don’t actually know the name of that I got as a housewarming gift from my realtor when I bought this condo back in 2005. I have no idea how it’s managed to live this long, because I’ not very good at remembering to water it.
I feel like I might destroy my home eventually because sometimes I decide to take on projects that I’m not the least bit capable of doing, but actually dealing with a tradesperson seems like too much of a pain in the ass. I regrouted my shower a couple of years ago and did a laughably bad job, but my downstairs neighbour hasn’t complained about any flooding, so I guess that counts for something.
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Plants thrive on neglect, at least some of them. I think I recall the CO2 being good for them as well. I don’t know that it’s helping the walls 😉
Happiness is neighbours who don’t complain 😁
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Lol
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My eating disorder is out of control right now 😩 and it feels awful…
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I’m sorry. They are hellaciously persistent and really determined to make us miserable as they try and kill us. I wish I had magic words. The one thing I have learned is that waiting to act doesn’t kill me (even if it often feels like it might). Hugs 💖
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Hugs 💓
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