Polos. No less. (for those in the US, those are little hard mint things). I have a stupid psychological addiction to them. They ease my anxiety and they help with my stomach issues. I have no hope for either of those easing because I have no professional help for either. I don't have enough inside me to fight it because I'm too busy fighting so much other shit. My teeth are going to pot, and I hate that. They were always so good. I feel so, so trapped by this. I've been suicidal for years but this is the thing right now that is making suicide seem the only way out. Not right now, not today, not imminently, but eventually, I think it will be polos. I wish I could stop, that I could have the help with my anxiety, in particular, and then it would ease. It's yet another stupid symptom of my loser life. Ha ha. How pathetic am I!