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Sat here with a sandwich in front of me. All I ate yesterday was half a flapjack. And I regret buying the sandwich. Why am I starving myself? Am I under the impression that less weight means more attractive? I need some help. I'm fucked up.
I am craving do many different foods right now but I am not giving in
How self absorbed I am.
I once went 105.5 hours without food, well give or take a few minutes. It was not an on purpose sort of thing at all. I just noticed and counted the time that passed with a kind of passive curiosity.
Towards the end of day two I began to feel some odd throbbing pains, hunger pangs? Not unbearable though, and by day three I was numb. At the beginning of day four I noticed a significant decrease in my cognitive functioning. My mind was empty. I have never felt such apathy except on anti psychotics.
No one was worried really or noticed, maybe one concerned remark. I smiled and lied, who knows why. Maybe it seemed like too much effort to form a long sentence. That sounds right.
Part way through day five I ate one sleeve of saltines, the count down ceased. I felt emotions again for a few hours. Day six began at noon and I ate.
There was no goal I can think of except that I was too anxious. I just wanted to catch my breath. For my heart to slow down.
Day two was when I lost my virginity, it was a nice first time. I never told anyone at the time so I don't know why I am sharing this now. Almost a year later.
It was interesting I guess to feel my mind die a little bit. I wonder where a few more days would have gotten me? I wanted a pretty story to tell but I don't have one.