It is 1am in the morning. I want a hug, to punch a wall, and cry all at once. I am trying to keep my composure. I am trying. The last craving was at 11pm. I went out once and got a coffee and an e-cig. That was a big step. I ate 2000 lbs of food. I keep finding little distractions. I have to change what I am doing every half hour or so. I got this. I got this. I want to cry.
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