Now I'm crying again, I feel so depressed and beaten and crushed and spent. I'm dreading work tomorrow, I can't face the idea of having to get up and go and do loads of shit that doesn't really matter at all to anybody. I haven't done anything all day, haven't left the flat even though I intended to, just laid on the sofa listening to Tchaikovsky and vegetating.

I'm down to 600 calories a day today and yesterday, and Friday, not even intentional. Just not hungry. Who wants to eat when their heart is shattered?