Well, sort of. I don't want to think so. It's... at a certain point, I have to be able to admit that my refusal to accept it is because I'm afraid, not because there's an actual logical reason.

Because I am afraid. Terrified, actually. [Fucking adflgknaoer goddamn memes fgdgadfaa why can't he stop talking] They've only gotten worse, and nothing--not diet, exercise, or medication--helps. Nothing except a beaded bracelet I can't even admit to depending on out loud. [Can you tell he hates talking about this?]