My body is messed up.
The whole not eating, eating then purging then straving for awhile then eating and not purging. It hurts. It hurts to eat.
I’d care if the person I reblogged this from committed suicide.
I hate myself.
Ate a yoghurt for breakfast. Binged and purged at lunch. Didn’t eat anything until I had dinner at The Boy’s house. Then felt like I was dying. Horrible crippling stomach pains. So I came early. The binged and purged again. I just want this all to stop. Years I’ve been stuck in the same old pattern and routine some weight. I don’t want to be fat anymore. I want to binge and purge my life until it’s gone.
I wish I could be normal for him.
He bought me a brownie today. I just purged it.
Top girlfriend.
