What doesn't destroy you, leaves you broken instead.

I wake up on my bedroom floor with a splitting head ache. I groan and slowly, very slowly, sit up. I get ready with zombie like movements. When i go and weigh myself, i take a moment to look at myself in the mirror. I'm huge. Everything about me screams 'loser'. I sigh and step on the scale. When i see the number i nearly scream. 122. Thats two pounds down! I dont care if its water weight, all i know is that im two pounds lighter. Maybe ill be at my goal faster than I thought...

Mikey comes upstairs to tell me we have to leave a but earlier so we can pick up frank. Way to ruin the mood Mikes. But in all honesty i dont think anything could have made me happier.

When we pick up Frank he is super quiet. Like says nothing not even an insult. I dont say anything mostly because I have no place to, and anyways why should i care when he's a dick to me? I shake my head and keep driving.

When I get out of the car i actually say bye to Mikey. And he actually says it back.

I go through all of my classes fine. When it comes to art, Frank is still weirdly quiet. I look at him and he glares back. Okay then. Our teacher tells us that our assignment will be to draw what we feel, and what we want to feel. Side by side. Simple enough. I have a lot of ideas. i feel fat. I want to feel skinny. I feel sad. I want to be happy. I feel anxious. I want to be care free. I feel dead. I want to feel alive.

We get to use whatever mediums we want so i choose watercolor paint. I get the paper and start sketching. I want the first section to be dark and depressing. Maybe add a suffering face that you can only see if you pay attention. I work on that for the rest of the class and when the bell rings i put all of my stuff away.

When it comes to lunch i actually get a salad. The lettuce looks good today and I know they have low fat dressing. I get romaine lettuce and spinach with low fat balsamic. I eat inside at an almost empty table and work on my art project.

Notes

Sorry these chapters are so short. Writing on a phone sucks :c