It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
"It is NOT okay Adeline. You are a slob. Unsuccessful, hideous, worthless, fat."
No matter how hard I try to make myself believe that one normal meal is okay. In the end, I end up hating myself that much more. In the end, the hatred is all my fault. The truth is, I know what will make me happy. Not eating. So my happiness depends on myself.
I'm back on frozen fruit, coffee and water.
I'm back to not enough sleep/too much sleep.
I'm back to myself.
