That's what it's called, my actual condition. Other people would just call it weird or craziness. I don't know. How could I? I'm not an expert in that.
I don't give much shit about nothing. That's when you know that someone has gone through quite some shit.
Actually, everything is blurry to me. That might change, or it will never change.
Sometimes there is a choice to be made.
Sure. And sometimes there is no choice at all.
Money? Love? Yeah, maybe.
I don't know why, but I always come back to food. Why? Maybe, because it is a necessity and joy. Food is life, sometimes death.
I changed my pattern of eating, again. Still vegan, but this time it is "normal" rice, veggies and smoothies. Should work out okay, but I might be wrong.
