TW: ANOREXIA

i could be skinny by halloween.

he shoves his fingers down his throat, coughing and ultimately heaving until it's all out and in the toilet. it smells retched. and he gags again just from the smell.

they could see my bones.

"no thanks, i ate a ton earlier," he smiles, "i'm not hungry."

i wouldn't be ugly.

patrick pulls the blanket around him tighter as he shivers, his stomach growling and turning. he feels the hunger pains and he cries out at the pain. it's excruciating.

i could be pretty.

"are you okay? you look pale," pete says.

"i'm fine."

i could be skinny by halloween.