My doctor dumped me, two straight months of bulimia stuck nearly ten pounds on me, my grandma is in the ER, I haven’t taken tens of tests or done the assignments, and I have not one person I genuinely trust or enjoy talking to without pain.
I am living with no goals and for no purpose.
I’m a nihilist turned hedonist who can’t find any place, action, or purpose that doesn’t cause her pain.
Let alone happiness.
