I just came to my place after seeing a friend of mine, he lives in Spain and comes to Paris every once in a while. I wanted to poop solo bad on my way home, but it won't come out. I'm literally typing from the toilet sit right now. Don't be grossed out! We all use our phones in here, it's okay ad long as you clean it sometimes.
Anyways, I decided to try and take more care of myself. I bought some face masks, face creams, sun screen, I started rope jumping (jump roping? I don't know, English isn't my first language, but feel free to correct me). I'm eating every day, most of the time several times a day, I'm gaining weight very slowly, at least I think. I've been stuck on 48kg for three weeks, but I mean from 46 to 48 isn't too bad right?
Today I have a lot of stuff to do, and I don't want to do them, but I kind of have to. And I want to go back to my mom's tonight, I haven't been alone for over three weeks and I'm scared of being left on my own. I don't know what I'm going to do next week though, I can't stay at my mom's, no one can't stay at my place, and I have nowhere else to go to.
At least I will have time to try and catch up on my classes. It stresses me the hell out bit I do have to start somewhere.
Update: I pooped, it went well, 8/10
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Living with depression and anorexia
SaggisticaI think the title is pretty self explanatory, this is a diary of my very wierd life as a 20 year old depressive anorexic. I have no idea if a trigger warning is needed, but obviously if you're sensitive to descriptions of vomiting, self harming, and...
