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Minor problem. Hormones fucked up. As in "DAMMIT I HAD TWO WEEKS A WHOLE TWO WEEKS" fucked up.
Crashing early as hell. Everything is on fire and even food is bad. EVERYTHING tastes bad. Even sirloin. My favorite crisps? Either I got a bad batch OR I CAN'T TASTE.
I don't even want sweets!
Bed now. Maybe my system will unfuck itself enough that I can stomach my meal shake later.
I think my stomach's shrunk a bit. Which on the one hand is good but my BELLY is no smaller.
Ergh. *flops over*
Oh, and Estrogen?
When I catch up to you? Dragon Claw, my favorite sword, wants a word with you.
Crashing early as hell. Everything is on fire and even food is bad. EVERYTHING tastes bad. Even sirloin. My favorite crisps? Either I got a bad batch OR I CAN'T TASTE.
I don't even want sweets!
Bed now. Maybe my system will unfuck itself enough that I can stomach my meal shake later.
I think my stomach's shrunk a bit. Which on the one hand is good but my BELLY is no smaller.
Ergh. *flops over*
Oh, and Estrogen?
When I catch up to you? Dragon Claw, my favorite sword, wants a word with you.
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