My family decided to go out to breakfast this morning. Together.
Because we are just a perfect happy little family.
I didn't know what to do. I panicked. Now I am fullfullfull. My body is not meant to eat like them. They do not understand. I feel full. I'm so full. And I hate it. I am so disgusting. I need to be 90 pounds by February 9th.
I have to be.
Right now I'm just a fucking fat ass.
So I'll take a couple pills, go for a run, workout instead of sleep, and fast until I'm thinner. (I need to do this) (I need to do this) (I don't deserve food or friends or happiness) (I am disgusting)
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Losing Alexa
NonfiksiEating disorder journal. Me, losing myself. My food intake, struggles, successes, breakdowns, and my story will be written here.
