Not a flat character

Prologe - So here's how I am

Here's how you feel after starving yourself for twelve hours. You're really sensible. Every noise seems louder, every light brighter and especially smells are intensified. You don't want to be near the kitchen to prevent triggering the cravings you've been suppressing the past half day. The seconds, minutes and hours seem to long, unbearable until you can finally get to bed.

Well, that's exactly how I feel today. When I woke up this morning at seven, I had a bowl of cereal for breakfast. This bowl of cereal has been on my mind since. I mean its not like I ate a whole box. It was normal breakfast, right? Whatever I try to trick my brain into it doesn't work. Old habits like finding the equal amount of time to run of the calories kick in. Today I couldn't find the strength to fight it. Neither could I find the strength to go for a run, at risk of meeting people outside. My anxiety's been bad lately. So, I've been starving. I lay in bed, starring at the ceiling, counting the noises my stomach makes. Noises of failure. I put the blanket over me in case my mom comes in, I can just imagine her reaction to me not eating. That it had something to do with beauty, or other people, boys. She'd probably be disappointed and tell me to "Just eat". "Just eat" Thanks, Karen. What about depression. Should I "Just not be sad" anymore, either. Just  kidding. I'm not depressed. Well, not really, I guess. And before you shame me, making jokes about other mental illnesses just distracts me from the ones I have.

Its not like the people who tell me to eat would actually care. Someone starving just doesn't fit their picture. Where they are the only ones with thoughts and issues. Others are like the group of flat characters in a book, that help the protagonist get into action. And interesting. Flat characters don't have mental issues. They should just eat.