I know... and I know... they were thinking of me. Because they didn't want me to eat someone... and regret that. But--and maybe I'm... overthinking it... but being told "we're doing this for your own good"... when I was literally starving to the point of eating my own arm...

[u-uggh doesn't want to think about that doesn't want to but]

They kept insisting they couldn't see another way but I did and it's... fucked up. To be mad about them not seeing the other option. It's fucked up that I thought of it as an option.

How do I ever start that kind of talk? After what happened in that house... it's fucked up...