Just washed for the first time since the last entries shower. Which is weird timing for why I keep writing this thing. Once again it failed to leave me feeling better and just left me regretting it all.
My body has been hardcore reminding me how much of a sick person I am. My dinner is threatening to come back up every time I move - I guess a day of wallowing and slowly grazing through all the sugar treats left in the house. The house I left briefly with my dad to get dinner on Sunday evening but otherwise haven't left since... Thursday.
Though my family has visited twice.
My dad is mostly fine, but my sibling is always so much work and always tries to turn everything into a fight.
I need more spoons. Have a flat inspection tomorrow, intended to be the final one before we are moved out of the building, and I have done nothing.
Inspectors will get to see how much of a tip my flat has become during recent poor health.
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