Mar. 25th, 2011

alone.

Mar. 25th, 2011 12:49 pm
bulimicbunny: (Head forward)
 In five months I have lost my fiance, my family, my exam results, my money and my mind.

But I also lost 15lbs, so you win some, you lose some. 

Ahaa what a fucked up situation. I have a new boyfriend, potentially a new job and I'm living back with my parents. I'm also 20 years old now. HEYYYY.

I ate microwaved cookies for breakfast and my parents are off out so there's a high chance there will be literally no food left today.
or I could just go apeshit on laxatives or exercise what I've eaten off. Decisions, decisions. 

I'm off back in therapy where I will discuss my mental state and play dumb to any problems of my eating. My eating is not a problem, when I'm 95lbs, sure let it be a problem then. But no, not now. I'm still around 130 and I am vile and disgusting and definitely not worthy of medical attention. Actually fuck my binge, I'm feeling a bit motivated.

I keep cooking fattening foods then not eating it and the fridge is full of what I've made, now cold and congealed. Ugh.

I'm going to read.

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This is my account of my vanishing act. Diagnosed Bulimic/BPD. I live in a tiny room with my rabbit. I'm 21, and I like writing and cups of coffee.

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