It's now midnight after a fun day and I have to deal with the effect of making my body do all that exercise and get exhausted when it wasn't prepared.
But the day is still far from ending because of my semi self diagnosed compulsive disorder.
So I still have to put my clothes where they belong accompanied by some slow Ost music and the grumbling sounds from my stomach.
I rub my belly as I fall back to my bed after I'm done with the chores, because despite the fancy dinner at another finely designed exclusive restaurant, Sebby took us to, I'm still so f*****g hungry and fatigued.
I glance at Aliyah's text again, "Dad said he made us dinner, but I'll be with the brothers", and I really hope the dinner is still available, because pizza would meet me dead from starvation if otherwise.
