831-0047 st.

Day sixteen

Thursday, April 1
831-0047 st.
Day sixteen

I cleaned my apartment yesterday. I don't really know why, I just looked at the mess and suddenly it disgusted me, as if the entire place was a mirror and it was forcing me to look at myself, so I broke the mirrors. Like Corpse.

That wasn't funny.

There was a lot of random shit I didn't need, I took it all down stairs to the trash handfuls at a time. When I woke up this morning, the garbage bins were completely empty, even though I had basically filled them to the brim yesterday. I'm super sore today, though, 'cause that's probably the most amount of exercise I've gotten in awhile. I just realised that I've probably had three bowls of cereal since I got the boxes. I haven't even touched the pie, honestly my appetite has been non existent since this whole thing started happening. If you were here, you'd be yelling at me to eat real food, and get more exercise, you'd probably take my games away from me trying to get me to eat, but it wouldn't do anything anymore because if you really wanted to get me to do something, you would have to take away my pen and these papers.

-K.K.