Tossing and turning in bed, unable to fall asleep. My mind racing with thoughts. Contradicting, catastrophic, chaotic thoughts. Worrying about what i have to not eat tomorrow, reminding myself that it's a punishment. I have to follow this rule otherwise i'll end up with another sleepless night. I turn towards the wall one last time, burying my face under the multiple layers of blankets I have over me. One last try, I tell myself.
I give in. My tired eyes burn with exhaustion as I open them. I reach towards my journal, and I start writing.
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The Twisted Mind
Short Story"I felt as if I didn't belong, And I felt as if i'm not sick enough" Alfie struggles with the concept of food. He loves it, he hates it and just wants to find peace with it and within himself. He wants to make up with his body, his mind but he's los...
