Mad as a hatter, you're thin as a dime.

…in every sense of the word. The anxiety never left, let’s be honest. Neither did depression. Caloric intake is all over the place but is on a general downward trend. Hundreds of emo songs I haven’t listened to in ages now fill my iPod. I’ll be re-reading The Perks Of Being A Wallflower any day now, ha. I would appreciate some distractions, so if anyone fancies filling my inbox with random nonsense I would be grateful.