All roads lead to rome. Mine lead to rot.

On Saturday, I am spiralling down the depression-anxiety-low-self-esteem trifecta again, with bouts of anger throwing my body around like it owes me something. I am not eating, not really, but then I down two bags of chips as if salt can fill a perpetual hole that I have created. It only accelerates the migraine, makes the room tilt, makes my stomach revolt until I am spinning and puking and