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I cant help but feel like I'm faking every single thing I do. I had gone nearly a day without eating and started feeling dizzy as I looked for something in the pantry. I decided to lay down on the tile, because I was too exhausted to walk back to my bed. The tile was cold and hard, like that of a museum, but somehow felt very comfortable. Being there felt right. I realized how odd it was of me to be laying in the pantry and that I should get up and make myself some eggs, but I couldn't bring myself to move. I kept thinking how over dramatic I was being. "You're not dizzy" "you're not malnourished" "you're fine, stop being so dramatic." All of these grating echoes going through my head were even more exhausting than my lack of both sleep and nourishment. I couldn't decide what to do, for my ability to make good decisions was somewhat impaired. So I just laid there, on the museum like floor, as an exhibition of a failure.
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