Help me, it's like the walls are caving in
Sometimes I feel like giving up
No medicine is strong enough
Someone help me
I'm crawling in my skin
Sometimes I feel like giving up
But I just can't
It isn't in my blood.
— Shawn Mendes, In My Blood
P H R A S E R
Despite having her stomach growled for the last twenty minutes, Autumn seemed to have indeed lost her appetite. All she had done thus far was pushing around the food on her plate which was accompanied by an occasional sigh every now and then. I had finished my meal ten minutes ago since I had never had any problem eating my food but from my limited experience, I had gathered that females, especially one who had recently suffered a broken heart, only had two possible courses of action.