Fine. I was doing just fine until lunch. Then the triangle Emily-Katie-Morgan dragged me to the lunchroom and walked with me into the line, watched me buy my lunch, and almost had to force feed me. I felt awful later.
In the morning, all I had was green tea. Nothing more. The hunger pains I had during math were nothing compared to the future of seeing bones through my skin. And when I stepped on the scale after school, I saw nothing but fluctuating numbers in the 100s. I swear to God, if the numbers don't go down, I'm going to buy a fucking knife and cut everything off.
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