I hate my body right now.
If it's not that it's the wrong shape in the wrong places, and has bits it shouldn't, it's that when I put some effort into preparing to go out and do something it fails to actually let me follow through on my preparations.
I plan a route, set my clothes out for the day, go to bed early, and still, when my alarms go off the next morning, brain says no, I switch them off, and sleep for another five hours, despite my protests, and the extra sleep has made my head foggy and dull, and the rest of my body stiff and slow.
I just have absolutely no control over my semi-conscious state at all.
I ******** hate it.
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