Waiting to be Perfect

Fasting

          I just fasted for two days in a row! Enoch thought to himself in the morning as he was scrolling through Tumblr. His blonde bed head was sticking in every which direction from tossing and turning all night. That was the longest I've ever fast, he continued his monologue. 

         For the next couple days Enoch decided he will fast. He did not want to ruin his streak and destroy his progress. Even the scale told him so. 

          108.7 pounds 

        Enoch was pumped, and by pumped I meant with caffeine. That was all he drank... pure black coffee in the cafeteria. 

       "Glad to see you've joined us." Mr. Barron said when he noticed the brooding boy in the corner, relishing from the warmth radiating from the porcelain mug of steaming caffeine. Enoch merely nodded, getting up from his seat to enjoy his cup by the gardens rather than in the presence of a teacher. After all, Mr. Barron gave Enoch the creeps. 

      It was a rather cold day, given it was Christmas Eve. There was even a weather forecast for snow that night. What a wonderful gift, a White Christmas!

        After getting back to his dorm, Enoch logged back onto his account, posting in his accountability. He even took pictures of his wrists and collarbones so he can see the progress of his transformation, all the while savoring the new comments he got from how he is 'goals'... though Enoch hasn't the faintest idea why he'd be called goals. 

       I'm anything put goals, Enoch thought angrily to himself. 

        What Enoch was hoping for was to be able to talk to his friend again. Their last convers- well can you even call it a conversation- was very odd. When he checked to see the last time .InvisibleBoy. was online, it was a couple days ago, when Enoch was cut off. 

       Is he okay???