not enough.

Why is it so hard to eat without getting forced to? I almost hate the thought of eating. That's probably why. I hate remembering what I used to do. I hate to admit it but what I did actually worked for some reason. I don't know how but I was kind of happy for a while. I'm glad I was happy. But now I'm not because I stopped and started to eat. Weird. I almost feel bad for myself. But it's not enough for me.