Thing I hate most about purging: I feel like I'm breaking edge. It gives me this lightheaded woozy feeling not altogether different from dxm highs >:|. I hate it. I hate feeling that way. I don't understand why I fail at eating like a normal human being. Today I did ok until dessert at my aunt and uncle's house. Seeing sweet things just turns on my b/p autopilot. Before I know what's happened I've gorged myself on cake and sweets and goodies and I'm in the bathroom calling down to my cousin asking him how to make the toilet flush, scared that he's going to come in to show me and see the vomit in the toilet bowl.
Me: "Am I fat?"
My seven-year old cousin: "Uh huh!"
Ahahahaha. I couldn't stop laughing while stuffing my face. His affirmation of my enormous self made me feel so vindicated when I purged.
I miss Eric. I miss Eric. I miss Eric. I miss Eric. I miss Eric.
Can't wait to open up the Hello Kitty toaster my grandma got me. It's too bad you can't toast fruit :\. Maybe I'll indulge in a slice of toast for breakfast tomorrow just to use my toaster!
Me: "Am I fat?"
My seven-year old cousin: "Uh huh!"
Ahahahaha. I couldn't stop laughing while stuffing my face. His affirmation of my enormous self made me feel so vindicated when I purged.
I miss Eric. I miss Eric. I miss Eric. I miss Eric. I miss Eric.
Can't wait to open up the Hello Kitty toaster my grandma got me. It's too bad you can't toast fruit :\. Maybe I'll indulge in a slice of toast for breakfast tomorrow just to use my toaster!
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