maybe it's okay to not want to eat. maybe i really don't need to eat. maybe i can go just one more day. one more day.
another ice cube with salt. another glass of water. another check of my ribs.
i looked into the mirror and sighed. i didn't want to do it anymore, yet i still did.
one more step. one more day. one more week.
push the tray away. write down how many calories i had. watch as everyone else enjoys eating while i sit alone.
go back home. go to my room. get in my bed. go to sleep. start again tomorrow.
it was a project. i just did it. all for the feel of it.
this was short but think it was a good start? i don't know.
thanks for reading!
all the love xx
-rai{word count: 143}

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