tell me that i’m doing well, that i’ve come so fucking far. how can you say i’m not doing enough? ‘cause i’ve done so much that i can’t even look at myself. and i’ve done so much but am still unconvinced that it’s better for me. you don’t know that i haven’t gone too fucking far. nothing isn’t right, but maybe anything is wrong, too. the middle ground involves discipline, but you warned me that any deprivation is a restriction: basically a step toward a cliff. a free fall, with even less resistance than before. and how far? (-½gt2.) how fast? (2gΔy.) i know the physics applies in a different way here, but i’m skeptical that your energy calculations are flawed. it’s all wrong. it’s all wrong, but mostly, i just can’t do anything right.