O the irony

Based on the skills I had acquired, I made a vow to starve myself if I were to stay paralysed.

I had never expected that in case of good outcome, I would never enjoy eating, again.

It never occured to me before that feeding oneself could be a chore, even more frustrating than dieting.

It's as if I had to perform a taste anamorphosis anytime I eat in order to feel it as it used to be, as it should be, but as it's not like anymore.

So I wanna forget this strange taste on my tongue, I wanna forget all my taste memories.