Well, I had a horrible day to say the least. Fought with my boyfriend, ate my emotions, threw up those emotions, ate some more, took a shower, cut my sides to release the pain, then ate some more. And you know, I just feel empty and I'm ready to fill that empty void. I'm done with this sick twisted game of recovery. I'm done playing cutesy with my doctors or friends or boyfriend, for that matter. I'm over with it. I'm going to do what makes me happy. I don't care how selfish it is. I am going to reach my goal of perfection. I'm scared, but I'm willing.
That is all I think.
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