you need me, man, i don't need you.

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off. back. out. gone. I NEED IT GONE.
i've had a 'good' week in regards to bulimia. what others would call 'good', but one which i am panicing about. one that i will not repeat. one that i don't care to relive. summer's going to be hard. even harder if i fight for my own health; i don't have the strength. maybe september can me a new start. . . .


this is starting to become somewhat of a pattern.

the worst things in life come to us for free.

i'm heading back down south tomorrow; back home where things are unchanged. everything is the same, except me. i feel different & i don't know in what way. i was thinking about my dad earlier, about how he's waiting for his transplant etc- it worried me. i know this sounds normal, you're meant to worry about your family in situations like this, but i spent so so long hating & resenting my dad, that it's surreal to me to feel any sort of compassion of upset for him. my nan had the same illness that my dad has; an illness which broke my nan down & eventually caused her to die. it's just a strange feeling to know that this COULD kill my dad. i know it probably won't, but it could & urgh. i just don't know.

i'm feeling a little down today, but nothing i can't handle. i'm obsessed with this song at the moment ^
i'm going for a meal with the girls from uni in a little while- one of them is changing unis so i feel obliged to go. no, i don't feel obliged- i WANT to go, it will be uncomfortable but i want to go, i want to say my goodbyes & enjoy the time with my friends. surely i'm allowed that.

last night a was told i need to loose 2lbs, haha. "no babes, it was a joke- you're sound & you have a great figure. i didn't mean it."

think about your 'jokes' before you open your mouth. 2lbs would just be the start. i need to get all this off me before i go away in the summer.

you can't feel me, no, like i feel you.

i feel like my insides are falling apart. my reflux is ridiculous right now, even when i'm taking omeprazole- & i've hardly been purging recently either. my kidneys feel like they're literally trying to escape & they hurt so much that i've been curled up in balls, crying everywhere. urgh. i just don't know what to do with myself.

lora keeps telling me to go to the doctors but i fell asleep earlier & couldn't go. i've got an appt on tuesday so i need to hold out till then. meh. feeling like this makes me sad. rishtrgdhg.

i was alone, falling free; trying my best not to forget

"i did not want to worry about anyone watching my eating, monitoring how long i stayed in the bathroom, or looking to see if my face had puffed out at the cheeks or if there were broken blood vessels under my watery eyes. i did not want to stop throwing up. i needed my bulimia in order to survive, and no one and nothing could convince me to give up what had become my sole coping skill. i knew all about the physiological, medical and emotional consequences that might occur if i continued to throw up, but i could not stop, and no one was going to make me. it didn't matter to me that death was on the top of the list of possible consequences.

i had slipped further underground, hiding my disease with a calculated precision."

i'm addicted & i just can't get enough,

my head is all over the place, but at the same time it feels so empty &, urgh i don't know.
today i'm meant to be doing my uni work, it's due in at 4pm tomorrow, & i have a tonne to do. i haven't started. procrastination is the biggest issue in my life (well, ish haha). i put EVERYTHING off untill the last minute, i'll do anything but the task in hand- today, even eating everything i can find instead of working. i can smell mini eggs & it's making me feel sick. i can see myself in the reflection of my laptop screen, it's making me feel sick.



i think i feel sad today, more than sad.
mhmm. i want to get back to sheffield for a while.