Spud

Finally managed to eat something today. Good lord how I love jacket spuds!

Ill brain is never fun, but mine only seems to attack me with a non-stop barrage of things to worry about and reminding me of obscure sentences that undermine things which I would have found comforting otherwise.

It's very hard to explain my thought patterns, but apparently I need to make people understand (whether they want to or not) otherwise I'm going to end up very broken again...