At what point does your life become unhealthy? When are you allowed to say fuck it, crawl in your turtle shell and just stop? And more importantly...how in the world do you let it get that bad? The Americans in the past had to worry about drinking dirty water, because they might die from cholera. But! As the ages of technological advancement eliminate one problem, we find another. This time, Ourselves! All we need now is just some bull shit in our life, and we get SO FUCKING STRESSED that we stop eating. Just start wasting away as the damned needle points further and further to the left. You stare at it ashamed, feeling like the biggest hypocrite in the world, but it just keeps on ticking backwards, like a clock ticking down into nothing, sucking you into the void that you hate so much. The thought of food disgusts you, not because its going to make you fat, but because an hour later some other bullshit is going to come along that will stress you the fuck out and make you give it back to the world unprocessed (such a kind soul he is, open your mouths little birdies!). I don't even know what the hell I'm doing writing this, it isn't like it'll even help.