well last night really was hell and this morning i thought i would die. just laying on my floor sweating. it was bad . but the zoloft actually did do a lot of good. later on in that day i just found myself smily randomly and just REALLY happy. i was laughing to myself on the way home. i know i just sound like a nut but it was a nice feeling. im still not sure id like to go through that HELL every single night just for those few moments of bliss though. maybe after i get over this eating thing ill ask my mom about getting some. speaking of which.. today i ate a little chicken. so hard! it actually hurt to eat and when i was finally done i was... i dunno it wasnt a nice feeling.. I LOVE FOOD .. what the hell.. and i was counting on ritters to get me eating again but i am told the managers are real nazis and you have to eat your cookie dough in fear. A-HOLES! soon i will be able to eat and i will eat that whole fucking store ... that will teach them to not give hard working employees their one small free item . jeebus they dont need to be stingy