I finally got some sleep after what seemed like forever. But woke up soon after. Nightmares haunted me. Didn't cared if I was tired or if it was him or if it was bulimia And how much better I felt afterwards or what. I felt like a child. Like a baby would fit more waking up every few hours this time I was hungry but didn't want food cause I would feel awful afterwards like I did now. I wish my mom was going out to the store or something so I could get rid of the food. I didn't care how. Then I remembered I had a stack of laxatives in my closet to help me lose weight again. But I think half of them were gone because I had a rough time losing the weight when I first started I researched what would help take the food out on a website for people with bully and Ana. Today was going to be rough I hope I didn't go back to square one trying so hard to lose weight that someone took advantage of my failure brittle bones and snapped my arm along with my already broken hand to smash the mirror. I had it good till something got fucked up. But I still wonder why I let my thoughts roam free. It's 10 am now and my moms up again every 2 hours on the dot. I wonder how she still goes to the store without peeing herself. She always takes so long.
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Friends Again?
Подростковая литератураWhole bunch of things gone wrong with the family lets just add Ana and Bully to the mix just great! Let's hope something big happens and I get better. Maybe i can be that lucky
