I woke up again, the 12th time that night. I looked at the time, only 3am. It was an early saturday morning, the days I allowed myself breakfast. My stomach pleaded me for food as a turned over trying to go back to sleep. All i could think about was that at 8 i would be able to eat breakfast, to eat something. I havent eated for the past week now, and my once compassionate self being turned into a very moody teenager. I went to the bathroom and weighed myself. I weigh 58 pounds. Im 5”1 and i weigh 58 pounds. Me not being so satisfied went down stairs to finally give into my stomach’s complaints. I ate a banana, savoring every little bite. My stomach has not fogiven me, and instantly reacts with vomiting. I go back upstairs to go back ot sleep. I dream of food, and being happy again. Too bad when i wake up its all back to normal.