Skipped class yesterday afternoon, sulking.
Went home and had sugar for lunch.
Felt worse. Duh.
It struck me that I was deliberately hurting myself. Not as dramatically as a teenager who takes a sharp edge to their skin leaving small outward scars, but it was still intentional harm.
The why’s are murky and complicated and boring.
But I stopped and took a moment to look at what I was doing. It was a choice.
Took the evening class.