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2/23/26 MONDAY
Tommy didn't feel too good. His stomach was spinning and turning while his body sat still; it didn't feel right, and he knew something was wrong when he felt something rising up his throat and then felt little chunks of food coming up, but he quickly swallowed them down. The thought nearly made him want to throw up; it was disgusting and gross. The feeling lingered on his tongue, and he could taste the pie he had eaten earlier. It was foul and made him feel just horrible all over again.
Tommy didn't feel hungry today or yesterday; he did eat dinner because of his family and a small breakfast, but at school, he couldn't bear to touch food he felt sick when he swallowed. When he ate things, they tasted a tiny bit funny, but swallowing food made him feel worse, and it made his stomach upset. It's just my brain, it's just my brain telling me to act sick because he had been stressing over the homework the history teacher had assigned, he had to bring ten TEN items that represented him in some way, he didn't know what to bring and what if he embarrassed himself. He thought to himself, trying to convince himself to push through it, it couldn't be bad at all; he was just tricking himself.
2/24/26 TUESDAY
His stomach was still churning and twisting, contorting and making him feel sick. He'd convinced Phil to let him have the day off, saying he was just extremely tired from sports, and he got it off! This day, he felt like throwing up multiple times, but he did convince himself it'd be healthy to eat, but he couldn't even stomach the fact that he ate a few bites from a piece of buttered toast.
2/25/26 WEDNESDAY
He got the day off again by just annoying Phil enough, but he felt worse today…