I don't eat anymore. Because I can't.
It's like my body won't let me, I feel too sick to even think about food.
I woke up by a nightmare today. It was horrible. But I didn't cry.
I woke up starving. I was so hungry that I felt sick. But I just couldn't bring myself to eat, because it made me feel even more sick.
And I was sad for a while because I realized that if I can't even get myself to eat anymore, something must be terribly wrong.
I guess everything has been terribly wrong lately, but it doesn't matter anymore.
Nothing does.
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Teen FictionIt's not my fault. I mean, I never asked for any of this. I can't help that it's in my genes. I can't help that I'm fat.