It’s not like I’m having a joyride here; it’s more like a ride on a rusty old roller coaster. I’ve been bingeing on mini chocolate croissants, Lay’s Magic Masala chips, and cup noodles; the extra two pounds I’ve gained don’t make me feel any better. My hair has lost its shine, and I’m constantly twitching in my sleep—not enough for a seizure, though. And the Red (Taylor’s Version) vinyl is stuck on repeat in my dark room, playing “All Too Well (10 Minute Version)” on an endless loop.
REAL
