It's 9:20 a.m. and I've just woken up from my past 3 day binge. WHY why why whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy. I feel about to cry and scream and now I just want to jump out of the nearest window or crawl into a hole and sleep like a bear in hibernation. But I can't. I have to write this stupid paper and do all this stupid homework and I have a four day weekend and I was planning on starving through it but it's been one day past and I don't know. Maybe I'll just start today, but I don't trust myself. I need this though. I WANT this. I need to stop eating.
Food is the source of all my problems and self hatred boughts and. I KNOW THIS.
Yet, I can't stop.
I don't know.
It's 9:30 now. It took me ten minutes to write THAT piece of garbage up there.
I'm sorry you guys. Today I am staying under 500.
Today I am going to wait for those stomach pains because that's when I know I am doing something right.