Ana

Listening

Sitting in class, calculating every breath I take. Every drink I drink. Every bite I take. "Look at her"- No I don't want to look at her. "She's beautiful, isn't she?"- Yes, yes she is..
"You'd only wish you looked like her, don't you?" - Listening to my own bossy voice makes me uncomfterable.
The trash can is full of clingfilm. Clingfilm full of bread. My bread. My clingfilm. I had to throw it away. Because If I'd eat it, I have to sport it off again.
Not that I didn't sport or anything.
I sported my ass of.