One of the only things that pushes me to eat proper lunch is the kind server at my uni's diner. Honestly the food is not super great, even though it's nutritious, and I feel nauseous after eating, and it feels sad to usually sit alone at the dining hall, but the server is so kind and welcoming every time. It make me feel loved just that bit that it motivates me to eat. I'm curretly sitting here after having just eaten, trying to keep the food in, and I'm just feeling thankful for her. I'll tell her some day.

Depression is a bitch and appetite is such a gift!