Journal #16 (day41)
"What part of I don't like food don't people get? Just because you keep telling me that it's not going to make me fat, isn't going to change the way I feel. Food is fat. Give me some coffee and water. I'll be fine."
"You believe you can survive on only water and coffee?" Kayla asks.
"Yeah."
"Okay, well you have to eat."
"What if I don't?"
"Then you won't recover."
"What if I don't want to recover?"
"That's not an option. On a scale of one to ten how are you?"
"Three."
"Oh."
That's how my therapy sessions go. Until I just stop talking. I don't understand why people don't get that I am fine. I don't like food.
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Teen FictionJournal #1 (Day 17) ... Well, My name is Avery... I'll be writing about my life before and why I was placed in this loony bin.
