"I’ll finish this today..!!" I tell myself. Three hours or so pass, my hands have fallen off and my limbs are crying at their loss and welcome their fresh bloody new stubs. My eyes ready themselves to jump out of my sockets as if I were the very Titanic itself sinking and my stomach is threatening to kill a small child if I don’t put food in my system. I’m not too phased by this, so I roll out of my chair and crash to the floor to lay there for the rest of eternity.