I'll be most thrilled over anyone who finds some constructive flaw with this, as I have enough people telling me rather unhelpfully that "yeah, it's good". Anyway, here we go.
The Girl Who Knew
That morning I took a shower, not that it did me much good. It did not make me prettier, it did not make me slimmer, it did not improve my grades, and it certainly did not keep me alive.
I chewed and swallowed a breakfast, generous amounts of strawberry jam and butter on my favourite bread in blatant rebellion against any and all diet, but it tasted of nothing but the bile rising in my throat. My lips were dry no matter how much lip balm I applied, how many times I tried to moist them with a tongue from my equally dry mouth, and I ended up forgetting to comb my hair.