I long for the day where I'll have an appetite again. A real one. Where I crave food and enjoy eating it. Not the one I force myself to have, the one I force myself to follow through with because eating is important. When I crave food, it's a fleeting crave. When I'm hungry, there's nothing appealing or satisfying about what's in front of me or what could be. I long for things that I don't know if they will ever come back.

















