It’s funny. I hate maths. I HATE numbers and shit. But now… since I became Anorexic. Numbers are MY LIFE.
The numbers on the scale.
The numbers on the jeans.
The number of calories.
I don’t look at food like it’s food. I don’t care what the fuck it IS. I look at it like another number.
And now these consume my life.
Counting, counting. I’m still counting.
Will this ever end?
