Clicking log in is a panic attack waiting to happen

Standing at checkout, fingers crossed for approval

Having to walk out empty handed is a level of shame and mortification that cannot be described

Look like another hungry night and another morning waking up to the stars

Black polka dots and shaking limbs

It’s not just inwards now…It’s starting to show

Exercise is always my answer

Can the girl working next to me hear the desperate cries coming from deep within?

Are they real or just in my head?

The low grumbles desperate to be heard that I try so hard to muffle.

I wonder if anyone has any clue

If anyone would care actually

I don’t look hungry

But I am

So, so hungry

23, completely alone, and hungry.

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