Yesterday, I was in Alpha Romeo's office until dinner. He even let me sleep on his couch. He also had dinner with me and joked about who could eat more.
I felt calm and put the news behind me, but when I went to my room and lay on my bed, all the comments on those posts invaded my mind.
I couldn't sleep. This anxiety gripped my chest tightly.
I woke up feeling weak and unwilling to get out of bed.
I had to force myself to wake up by throwing myself to the floor.
I didn't want to look at myself as I brushed my teeth and washed my face.
I had no appetite, even though the omegas made my favorite dish, potato soup with lamb.
I wasn't enthusiastic about training. Gamma Monica often found me daydreaming.
While running in the stadium, I almost tripped twice and didn’t hear Gamma Monica ye
