Shit. Fuck.
Pulled my shirt over my head. Peeled off my jeans. Posed in the mirror. Turned on the shower, turned on the cold and hot water. Stepped into the tub. Closed the shower curtain. Sat. Fiddled with the knobs. Kneeled. Fondled my tonsil with my index and middle fingers on my left hand. Repeated. Cried.
I'm fat and I can't purge.
I associate The X-Files with my eating disorder. FUCK YOU, TIMING.