I feel as though I'm high. Like I just smoked a thousand Black 100's. And I'm incapable of feeling emotion. Or even thinking, really. This is wonderful. This is beautiful.
I'm not the slightest bit hungry either. I'm craving hardcore (my grandma just bought us groceries), but I could go all night without ingesting a single calorie-self-control permitting.
I feel so fragile. I'm afraid to move too quickly or make any sudden movements out of fear of passing out. Fortunately the nausea is gone.
It's been 26 hours since I had a real meal.
23 since I had a sip of monster.
And about 4 since I had 1/2 a cup of pudding of which I'm really regretting.
I think I'm going to eat one more peppermint candy to calm my stomach and then hopefully I can do something productive with my day.
-Cassie Ana
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