MONDAY. 7:39 PM.
She continues speaking like nothing concerns her. "I saw how you walked into the tent earlier and you've been asleep for nearly the whole day. I don't know what made you that way but I can tell it's not a good thing. But that doesn't mean you should starve yourself."
"Like you said, you don't know what happened so I suggest you shut up."
She gives me a dead look, "I hate the way you speak but I'll still continue." She says and I sigh tiredly. "Whatever happened, you shouldn't let it weigh you down." She looks at the other side of the tent, like she's in deep thought. "Whenever I'm sad, I don't just sleep, sleep is good but I eat to feel better. I stuff myself with food until my problems fade away." She then turns to me, "So eat." She puts on a forced bright smile.
I scoff at her words which then leads to a laugh. "That's cheesy."
"Yeah, it is, but I have to get you to eat by all means."
