I hate night time. It's the time I feel most alone. It allows me too much time to think. I'm currently standing in front of my mirror, analysing and hating every inch of my body. I watch my reflection as I take off my pj's, leaving me in my underwear. Looking way to intensely at all my curves and imperfections, I just can't believe I look like this.
I'm angry with myself, with my looks. No wonder no one wants to be around me, their all too embarrassed to be seen with someone like me. I don't blame them
I sigh as I begin to redress myself and exit my room. I walk to the kitchen and then come back into my room a few minutes later. My hands and pockets are filled with food and snacks. This is what I like to call, good old comfort food. And the way I see it. The more food the better.
I lay out all the food on my floor in front of my mirror and sit there as I eat my heart out. I frown as I stare back at my reflection, knowing all this food I'm consuming isn't going to help me feel better about myself for long. Regardless, I continue to stuff my face anyways.
After consuming way too much food I'm instantly tired exhausted by how much food I consumed in such a short period of time. With a full stomach I crawl into bed and fall asleep. This has been my nightly routine for a while now, and it never fails to tire me out.
The next morning I'm woken by the sun shining on my face through my window. I grown, not wanting to believe it's morning already. I have school today
I reluctantly peal myself out of bed and force myself to get up to get ready for the day. I dance around the many empty wrappers and crumbs from last night feast as I get ready.
For some reason I feel uneasy getting ready this morning. Like someone was watching me or something. I know it's just me being silly but I decided to take precautions just in case.
I did my best not to expose my body at any point during changing. This definitely made it a little more difficult to get changed. I shimmied my school skirt up over my pj shorts before sliding my shorts off once my skirt was over the top.
I really wish I had blinds in my room to prevent mornings like this. Mum keeps saying she'll buy some but somehow something more important always comes up.
I'm not silly. I know no one can actually see me but sometimes I just get the feeling that I'm being watched. I think i'm watching too many crime documentaries.
Thea's school uniform:
After changing into my incredibly uncomfortable uniform I finished getting myself ready, not bothering to put much effort into my appearance. It's not like i'm trying to impress anyone. I don't exactly have anyone who would notice if I didn't look my best.
I walked out of my room an entered the kitchen to grab an apple and sandwich for school and shoved it in my bag. I slung my bag over my shoulder and made sure to lock the house on my way out.
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