my cramps have me quadrupled over. i have trouble just sitting here. headache fuzzies the brain. the words scramble on the page. advil rubs up against my ulcer.
hormones make me crazy. my skin and i don't belong together. what should i do with myself?
eating is off. i'm not hungry, yet ED wants a lot -- eat me. fill my tummy. it hurts. food soothes. i'm not hungry. fill me, fill me. no.
wouldn't it be nice to be in touch? i'm not hungry -- i don't eat. why do i want to eat when cramps have me quadrupled over, and i have trouble just sitting here?
tell me, ED, what is wrong with you?