Warning: Do not try to provoke any persons suffering from this ailment if you wish to remain on their good side. They are known to be more aggressive than normal and can only be satisfied by food. Studies show a positive correlation between cases and weekends.
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Must be strong. Must be strong. Each step I take is like a knife plunging in and out of an already ripped stomach. How on earth could I be hungry? Didn’t I just eat dinner a few yea—erm hours ago? Eat. The word echoes in my head and in my stomach. This is starting to aggravate me. I need to do something….anything to get my head off of this false since of hunger. I’m just bored. I’m not really hungry….right? Oh the lies we tell ourselves.
I get back to the warmth of the dorm. The transition from cold to warm briefly shocks the thought of hot food from my mind. For just a moment I am a state of peace. I start texting friends wildly, hoping for a sliver of distraction. The gnawing is coming back. The texts come back. Busy. Tired. Studying. Nothing. Irritated I go to my room. There is only one ray of hope left in the quickly darkening space of my rational mind. Maybe, just maybe my roommates are doing something that will take me from the tight grip of this hanger creeping over me. I open the door.
Alas, the ray of light is extinguished as my worst fears are confirmed. A wall of boredom crashes down in front of me. Pent up energy starts to spurt forth from me at random intervals. My mood has completely darkened. I….NEED…..SOME…..GOOD….HOT….FOOD! I have lost my humanity in this moment. I am a dark creature. A hungry dark demon of the quad. Cross my path and you risk me lashing out for the non-rational things that preoccupy me. Darkness in the head and emptiness inside. The girl once known as Crystal is gone. In her stead is someone that is unrecognizable by all who thought they knew her. Beware. Do not speak of food. Do not think of food. Do not dream of food. The hanger is watching….always watching.