Rubbish

Published on 17 October 2024 at 21:43

My stomach gnawed inside me. Aching as if it was eating itself. Clawing at my stomach.

Darkness clouded my day, left with the feeling of depression and starvation. 

 

Weakness left me slow and exhausted, emotionally and physically. 

 

I hate my body. I hate the way I feel so weak. Light.

 

My stomach growling throughout the whole morning until lunch time. 

 

But not even lunch could give me strength. 

 

It barely filled my stomach. 

 

Barely made me full. 

 

I hate my eating habits. 

 

I hate how I can't force myself to eat cereal. 

 

Now, I walk, dragging a heavy backpack on my back, weak and starved. 

 

I want to change. 

 

I must change. 

 

Weak is not great. 

 

Starving was taking the strength out of me. 

 

I didn't want to starve.... 

 

But I felt like rubbish. Weak. Depressed.

 

And it looks like there is no light of rope to help me get out of this dark cave. 

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