So I’m sitting at this sort of outdoor café thing with a friend (friend keeps changing between people I know and people I don’t). Friend is eating and telling me I really should eat, and I refuse. As I’m sitting there, I’m getting thinner and thinner to the point that I’m pretty well emaciated, and I’m absolutely thrilled about it.
I decide to go for a walk, and I run into myself, only it’s me at age 19 (judging from the purple hair and funky hairstyle). Real-Life me is back up to 108 lbs., while 19-Y-O me is cancer-patient-skinny (which is inaccurate, I was like 120 at 19). I get pissed off and Friend is back telling me if I don’t eat, I’m going to die and then I get this stabbing pain in my side, which wakes me up and I’m pretty sure it hurt in real life, but I can’t remember.
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