22:30

So I cried for a while, for no particular reason. Because I'm ugly maybe, worthless and will never be good enough.

I warn off sensitive readers at this point.

Now my chest hurts and it scares me. I don't throw up as much as I used to but more and more often my body tries to reject food and I throw up liquid involenteerly. It's like, the better I do in recovery, the more my body tries to object and clinge on to the bulimia.

It rained today, and I like it when it rains. I love the rain, the cold and grey.

Sorry, this doesn't make sense. I'm just worried, and hurting, and tired, but I don't want to sleep.

It's now 22:38.