So my mom got on the mana program so she gets full meals for six weeks. She on it for her hernia.
I'm slowly going downhill in both mental and physical health. There is almost no food in the house aside from her meals that I can't touch cause she needs them to heal. She ate the last oodles of noodles yesterday morning cause she was hungry and pouting at me.
I'm on Reddit with my data plan cause my internet got shut off and I don't know if my dad can get the money in time. My bank Account is in the red and part of me doesn't care anymore.
I've been playing oblivion to kill the time. I haven't played it since I had an old fat tv, so playing it on the flatscreen I got before I got canned is nice. So much crisper, I can actually make out the details, so I have that going for me.
The reptilian part of my brain has shorted out and all I want to do is eat and contemplate death. According to a nurse, there is a food bank a bit from me, but I have zero energy to do anything outside laying down and going to the bathroom. She is getting her food stamps soon so I can get food then. I've been going on
/r/gifrecipes
for ideas, not that looking at food when all you have is cans of chick peas and peanut butter and jelly sandwich material around helps.
I'm on
/r/depression
more now. I don't know if it's helping nor do I care. Fuck this world.
I don't care anymore.