No more food for me for a long time.

I need to do this.

So unbelievably sad and alone.

I know. I’m scared. I’m sorry. I don’t want to live but I don’t want to die. I’m so weak. I’m sorry.

Purge, lax, cut. Cut cut cut. My routine for the night.

I am fatter than ever and all I want to be is drunk, on pills and dancing.