Don't

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They all think I'm alright.

I think we are all to broken to notice.

At 5:00am, my alarm goes off.

By 5:30am, I am downstairs making food that won't go past the garbage.

I cook a disgusting fat filled meal with two eggs and handfuls of cheese. I grease the pan with unneeded calories; butter, scramble the eggs and pour them on the slimy pan.

I think about eating them. Tasting each bite in my memory of the soft eggs and melted cheese..

I throw them away.

Breakfast is easy to skip. I just down some scolding hot tea and suddenly any thought of food goes away. Lunch is easy as well, as my body no longer expects nutrition at that time.

Dinner is the hardest.

Dinner is the time of the night when I want to binge until I puke. Eat until every crumb in this house is gone, leaving an empty shell.