Parents are, unfortunately, not idiots.
I'm freaking the fuck out right now, I went to hide my breakfast in my closet, and all the food I was meaning to throw away was GONE.
It seems a little gremlin snuck through my room and found my secrets. My plastic bags (which were hidden across the room) POOF GONE.
So now I'm 1000% sure my mom knows I have an eating disorder and she hasn't said anything (directly).
She's been acting weird (because she fucking knows!!).
Saying things like you're so loved, I love you sooo much, blah blah blah.
Making me eat dinner upstairs.
Passive aggressively pointing out my weightloss.
I KNOW YOU FUCKING KNOW, YOU SHADY BIOTCH.
So now I have to be ultra careful and will probably have to eat dinners upstairs ugh. IM SHAKING.
My bubble is popping and I've been here so long, I don't know what I'm going to do.
What if I'm randomly dropped in to treatment? (I'm too fat for that)
I am freaking out.
7:00 pm//
Well when I got home my laxatives were gone too. Holy fucking fuck.
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Losing Alexa
No FicciónEating disorder journal. Me, losing myself. My food intake, struggles, successes, breakdowns, and my story will be written here.
