Join devRant
Do all the things like
++ or -- rants, post your own rants, comment on others' rants and build your customized dev avatar
Sign Up
Pipeless API
From the creators of devRant, Pipeless lets you power real-time personalized recommendations and activity feeds using a simple API
Learn More

Day 29 of starving myself to death challenge. Crying a lot. I suppose my mind does its best to get rid of that mountain of trauma I have, to make the dying process more comfortable. I don't think will succeed though
it also does this weird thing that it momentarily goes full force on empathizing and feeling sorry for inanimate objects, painting the picture of said objects being slaves to humans because they don't possess enough intelligence to rebel and break free
sometimes it's not even objects but WORDS: “cans”, “bottles”, “mugs”, “bowls”, “spoons”
in five seconds, it's gone, but the pain persists, stretching into soft blur. The more you touch it, the bigger it becomes. like Jim or Jeff of kitchen nightmares said while cleaning and realizing that the fat residue only gets bigger, “I'm making a mess”
every key press of typing this feels as if the key was an overly sensitive tooth with no enamel left, and my fingers were covered in acid
random