Is that-?!

I feel sick.

I had to do it,

I had to eat

This way they don’t worry

I rush to the bathroom

Shuddering, I stick two fingers down my throat


And again

And again,

Until it’s all out

But wait..
Is that-?

What the hell.

What. The. Hell.


I.. threw up blood..

This isn’t good.

What’s gonna happen now?


  • IamUnicorn

    You don't have to eat for them. Little bits at a time. Enough to hold down. Anything. Do that for them.

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