Ed pushes his glasses up again. It's on his list to do, he needs new glasses and new clothes, though the latter can wait until his weight had stabilised again.
"I wasn't well. I'm not well. In so many ways. I've lost pounds again, I'm not sleeping, I'm actually on anti-psychotics because they do actually help the outbursts, to a degree, but there's so very much not well about me. Why do you think I always pick totally unsuitable mates or sabotage the hell out of my relationships?" See, for example, Oswald.
He gives a small huff and looks to Oswald finally, managing a smile. "I suppose I could manage some toast."
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Date: 2019-12-15 06:24 am (UTC)"I wasn't well. I'm not well. In so many ways. I've lost pounds again, I'm not sleeping, I'm actually on anti-psychotics because they do actually help the outbursts, to a degree, but there's so very much not well about me. Why do you think I always pick totally unsuitable mates or sabotage the hell out of my relationships?" See, for example, Oswald.
He gives a small huff and looks to Oswald finally, managing a smile. "I suppose I could manage some toast."