Have you seen the fasting? It's beautiful.
There's a light on in the kitchen. She's trying to get out.
The fake sugar chemicals turn black inside me - blacker than blood.
I shut my eyes last night and felt a feeling in my hands. The feeling travelled up my arm and I thought... this was it, I was going, everything was shutting down at last.
I put down my writing pad and pencil and shed tears for him.
But I didn't care if I was leaving - he is young, he'll forget - I didn't mind if I didn't wake up.
I positively wanted it.
I'm terrible, and I'm horrible, I know,
but recovery is not an option.
I can't believe people recover from this.
I'm so far away.
I want to call you. Alex. I want to tell you the truth about how bad it is.
What's wrong with me.
I took photos of myself on my phone today.
I'm a fat lump.
I am disgusted at what I have let myself become - no, not even that, I've hardly become this - this half a stone heavier than my lightest weight all year - essentially I've been walking around like this ALL FUCKING YEAR - all my fucking adult life.
I should have been more brutal to myself before. I should have these pictures printed out and stuck in every corner of the house. I should put these pictures on my blog. Because I deserve the fucking shame.
But I am too disgusted and too humiliated.
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