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the mind, unabridged.


Blink.

Blinkblink.

Better turn off the alarm before I wake them up.

Up I go.

I have no desire to look presentable today, but they will see me

They will judge me

What can I wear?

They'll think I'm fat in this

They'll think I'm strange in this

They'll think this is all I own

Did I just waste half an hour trying on clothes?

Now I'm going to make them late

Breakfast?

They'll think I'm relapsing if I skip

They'll think I'm binging if I willingly consume calories

Don't forget the medication.

They think it's some kind of magic

Uh oh. 

Where is... anything?

They're going to think I am irresponsible

Alright. It's time to face the mob.

"Have a good day!"

Right.

 

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