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.