That dark, ominous feeling. The feeling of your inner monsters taking over. That empty taste in your mouth. Your eyes bleak, but your thoughts are spinning faster by the minute. The windows to your soul are broken and cracked.

You live in a world of comparison. Longing for perfection, you force your body to take a shape it doesn't want.
You text a ":)" to everyone,  just to cover up the fact that you can't do this alone.  Throwing the phrase "I'm okay" around like confetti, while your inner voice is screaming "I'm broken".