Yesterday was normal. Cut and puke. Today I didn't cut. Yay. Never mind that's a lie. I did cut, but not a lot. Instead I hit myself. Sounds silly, ya. But it sorta helps. Not as much as cutting, but still helps. I also puked up my dinner and lunch. My weight decreased by 1.5 lbs over the last day. I feel so happy. I finally lost some weight. I am being attacked by these thoughts coming from my conscious. "You are fat" or "You are ugly" Which I guess is true, but they don't leave a good feeling. But after cutting or puking I feel better. It's like a weight is off my shoulders.
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