Library — Thursday 3:53 pm

I'm having a hard time concentrating on my paper. It's been three hours and all I've written are a few sentences.

I look at my friend. Her fingers dance over the keyboard creating a fast-paced rhythm.

I'm jealous.

The words flow for her. Why won't they flow for me?

She pauses for a second and looks at me. "Hey, I'm almost done. Want to get some food?"

I'm not hungry. I never am. I know I'm losing weight. My skinny jeans are baggy, my bra a cup size too big. The only thing I like is lemon and honey tea. The honey soothes me and the lemon...well, the lemon feels clean.

I like feeling clean.