december is for cynics

december is for cynics

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"Winter just wasn't my season." Rabbit knows that she's not okay. When she runs away from home in the middle of the night to bury herself in the snow, she finds herself brought back to reality. She has been wandering around in a foggy world, losing touch with herself and everyone around her. And she's ready for the small world she has created for herself to fall apart in the winter blizzard. Then, a small hand reaches out to pull her out of the snow at the last minute and Rabbit has no choice but to open her eyes and realize the mess her own personal snowstorm has created in her wake. A story about a girl who believes all she is made of is her eating disorder, follow her as she finds herself taken from her world of obsessive calorie-counting and thrown into a whole new world with another girl that has a bright smile and sinful eyes.
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Jules is forced to live a life in the psychiatric ward after her eating disorder nearly ends up taking her life. Stuck in a life that is contained within four walls, while she fights her battle with an eating disorder and depression, trying to gain control of the demanding voice in her head. Finally having to admit that she can't do it herself and faces vulnerability by doing so. She endures love and heartbreak but only she can save herself. Will Jules recover and finally be free of the voice that has become the burden of her life? ~ I've Got It Under Control That's what she thought. That's what they all think when it first starts. They had control, had, past tense. Now they wish they did. Their bodies are screaming for help but their head is saying otherwise. Hunger coursed through Jules's body, the rumble of her stomach was like a thunderstorm, violent and painful. It scared her, yet it also satisfied her. She started to skip breakfast, and once she realised she didn't need breakfast, she knew she wouldn't need lunch nor dinner. ~TW: Goes into depth about eating disorders, mentions about suicide and self harm. View at your own risk~

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