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[rubyredstained]

I can handle getting out of bed for a few hours a day. I can handle showers and brushing my teeth. I can handle going to the kitchen, though I have to admit nothing much happens when I am there. The thought of eating makes me ill. And I can't handle leaving the house. I can't handle making music. I haven't touched my keyboard in weeks.

Shit.

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[rubyredstained.livejournal.com]

Okay. If I don't eat much, please don't freak out?

(Thank you)

[thetimewehave.livejournal.com]

Eat however much you can handle. I promise I won't be looming over your shoulder counting your bites.

[rubyredstained.livejournal.com]

Will you let me lean against you? I like that.

[thetimewehave.livejournal.com]

I'll be your friend, I'll help you caaaaarry on!

[rubyredstained.livejournal.com]

I never doubted that. Which I should thank you for.