I'm doing bad.
My weight is dropping.
My mom is mad.
I put my dinner in a plastic bag.
I wish I was dead.
I sit in class, I smile at my peers and diligently work.
"May I go to the bathroom?", I ask the teacher.
I am walking, fast.
I'm in the stall.
I feel nothing.
I feel nothing.
1, 2, 3 across my hips
I feel. Irritation, anger, disgust.
Then I feel nothing.
I Walk slowly back to class, and smile at my peers.
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Losing Alexa
Non-FictionEating disorder journal. Me, losing myself. My food intake, struggles, successes, breakdowns, and my story will be written here.
