30th of August

this acidic coffee of my father's mccafe and green jacobs (although better), but it's trash ... nothing healthy ... how do I have the opportunity now, the bitter tea itself + spin / back lock to finish all this and so I do because I started feel too empty, brittle inside (destruction) .... now drinking the remains of the bitter tea itself is an excellent, underestimated medicine. possibly I have one more idea ... drink it only with brown sugar - it should help yeah ... yes it is now I corrected and made a bitter coffee with a little cane sugar ... as if it were a cure ... I think it's a great alsam it's much better now ... tea black or green toothwash hybrid? time will show ... I am so full and all that I am eating now will finally be my last meal. today is August 31st. Ola left a moment ago, kind of sad ... I'm afraid of my thoughts and she can sense my thoughts ... I don't know ... I helped the trembling bird a moment ago ... I felt its lack of grounding ... I felt very clearly afraid, I think he was scared on the mine, but what could I did ... ... and then I felt how destructive the lack of grounding is. ... how destructive is the lack of grounding ... I'm afraid to get sick anymore ... I don't know, maybe after rpost it will be and it will turn out as I wish, we'll see now I just want to eat ... I start with lemon melissa, which I got from oli ... reserve ... very economically in moderation I will use the most energy exercises ... as little as possible .... I think I have to write a letter to ol, maybe by e-mail ... aggressively ... are you spying on me? moreover ... I succumbed to a weak reflex of weakness ... I ate a dinner from my mum so that it would not be wasted ... before that, I kind of asked a watermelon to ... well, because my dad said he would break ... I also have a strong intention to write a letter to oli. and by now, succumbing to weakness now, I felt again how destructive the potatoes themselves are ... they are not fried, they are just terrible poison ..... yes, I have enough of such a diet ... .. this is not the body's efficiency unfortunately .... they are not fried and they are terrible .... ok, at least I loaded myself with a cake ... at the moment unfortunately I do not have bitter brewed coffee the way I like hmmm .. or maybe it's just a matter of having a cold lunch? crap I don't know anymore ... just don't know ... however, I return to the earlier philosophy .. pure vodka is not a good solution only with orange juice it serves me cramp again that my error ... again today, on September 1, I hive my father again in the morning and ate his toast with cheese, although I knew perfectly well that it was harmful to me, and on the occasion I showed my weakness / submissiveness towards him yesterday I also ate dumplings unnecessarily ... ter raw potatoes, as if with a tram, are terribly harmful to me .... oh I'm afraid ... maybe I'll make myself potatoes with butter ... god. yeah ... a little success it worked ... my father asked about the pension: what did they appeal for so long or what ... than I said completely, I compressed everything in myself. greats!