Nothing.2
There's nothing there to throw up. 3
I try to remember the last time I ate. I recall a small portion of Apple Pie on Sunday, but today is friday. Almost a week has passed since I last ate, and by now I feel like I'm dying.4
Deep down, I know that I am, but I never imagined dying could be so gruesome, and excruciating.5
I wipe the crusty vomit from around my mouth, and stumble over to the sink, and splash some cold water on my face. I'm so malnutritioned that my body has exhausted it's natural heat source of food energy, causing the water to feel like being dunked in ice. I shiver, and gather myself up again.6
My body is slowly decaying. My muscle is becoming sinewy and ragged, and my ribs protrude so much that I can almost fit my little finger into the ridges. 7
My teeth are yellow and rotting; over-exposure to my stomach acids has caused the enamel to break off, leaving my teeth defenseless against the ruthless waves of vile belch.8
My fingernails are blackened and sore. The acid has ruined those as well.9
I curse myself. I'm too weak to shout, and too exhausted to cry. I manage enough mental strength to say to myself10
"Why?"11
Luke 12
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