Diary of an EDNOS

Today: my head dreams of food at night – not eating, never actually eating food – but the arduous task of procuring food. It's a nightmare; The queue at McDonalds never ends, I've lost my money somewhere, They haven't got that unhealthy-oily-obesity-ifying curly fries I'm craving, My baby sister is waiting for me and I hate making people wait, I'm desperate.

Unsurprisingly, in my waking moments, I have an eating disorder.