The place of no place

Week 2

  After what seems like months, it's officially been two weeks, two fucking weeks stuck here, it really is starting to take a toll on me. I can't stop thinking about food. Has my hand always looked so... delicious?

 I have started to faint regularly and my speech is now slurred, not that I have someone to talk with anyway, but the only way I manage to think about anything but food is talking to myself.

My little plants have been growing, one of the tomato plants even has a little, beautiful yellow flower! I feel so proud of it. It had been a pretty long time since I had felt like this.