You want to stop the consumption of everything. You don't believe in carbs or fats or calories. You know this will make you weak, you know this will make you fragile, you know this will make you "sick." But the diagnosis seals the deal and the label is the driving force. Soon you want to live up to your title, and games become realities. But the less you eat the further down you go. In pounds, in grades, into the grave you're digging for yourself. You keep digging your hole deeper, periodically stopping to admire the prison you've created. You smile because you can feel yourself fading from everything bad in the world, but, you're fading away from me too.