Sunday night, it’s the emotional equivalent of buffering.Nothing’s wrong, technically, but everything feels off. I started the day with sunshine and serotonin. Naive mistake.By dinner, Monday was looming like a badly parked thought I can’t unsee. I reached for snacks like they were therapy.That biscuit chocolate bar. Judged me like I was its disappointing child.Even [...]
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