Then I fucked it up. Again.
I don't know what I weigh now, I'm too frightened to even look.
Purging used to come so easy, I used to love the feeling of getting rid of all my sins, but now I can't sum up the energy to even try.
I don't want to be fat for Christmas.
I am always fat at Christmas.
I want the hunger highs again.
I wouldn't just enjoy them
I'd be fucking delirious with them.
Thanks for the comments.
Thank you so much