Spcieal

A few minutes ago--I can't tell you when or even what day it was right now--I had a low. All the sugar in my body left me like I were a fucking warzone n' they were on Vacation, and I didn't know anything. I had no coherent thought at first, but I knew to suspend my pump. I didn't want to die. Staying awake and finding food--Coherent thought one: yum, food--meant not death. So I went over to my pursmp, icked it up, and tipped it over on the ground like rice at a wedding. Actually, my gluecose tablest were in the blu-shit, green, it's green, not blue--drawstrigng bag. Only one tube was in my purse, and I ate all of them. More than I needed, but it didn't matter.

I forced myself up the stairs, and every bit of movement was hard on my body. My poor body; all it wanted was to lay down on those soft, soft stairs.... But I didn't let it. I made it to the kitchen. I wanted cookies. I wanted sugary cereal. I wanted regular soda. Coherent thought two: Pulp orange juice? No.

Cherry limeade instead. Couldn't drink it all, it was too bitter. I stole the last trix Watermelon yougurt, too.

All I want is food. Right now. That's my instinct. Even, now, my body is driving em to get up and get more food somewhere. I might go up and grab the box of cherrios, just to eat it. That's all I have when I am low. Instinct. Push for food, push for food. I was low, you know. I was having a low from the water, because it collected and made my food-meter drop quickly. That mdade me hungry, and that made me low.






.....Sunday. It's Sunday.


....That's what day it was..... Sunday.....


And now the tears will come. Silly Payton..... can't even... remember.... dtheay..... my fnges won't move....


sleep. Sleep, now, Payton. See Fnley, Katie soon.... love them....