I don't know anymore.
My eating is really screwed up again.
I haven't ate anything since Friday. I don't plan on eating till Tuesday. Before Friday I had not ate since Wednesday.
This morning my friend Allie found this out, and really wanted to tell out youth pastor. I really am scared that if she does that he will go to my parents.
I know that I need to get my eating regular again. But it is just that when I eat i feel like I want to throw up. It makes me sick to eat.
I just don't know what to do anymore. It is like there is this constant war in my head. One side is saying that i need to go eat something, even something small. But the other side is screaming don't you dare. Its like if I go eat I have lost my control. I can be so sick. I can be so dizzy I can't see straight, but still not eat.
then there is the part of me that is like proud of myself right now. Proud that I have kept my control. That even when my friends are telling me to eat. I still have control.
I went in the kitchen a bottle of water a few minutes ago, and sitting on the counter was a box of donuts. I thought about eating one. But it was like... I don't know. I just couldn't
*sigh* sorry for my rambling. Just nothing is making sense anymore
My eating is really screwed up again.
I haven't ate anything since Friday. I don't plan on eating till Tuesday. Before Friday I had not ate since Wednesday.
This morning my friend Allie found this out, and really wanted to tell out youth pastor. I really am scared that if she does that he will go to my parents.
I know that I need to get my eating regular again. But it is just that when I eat i feel like I want to throw up. It makes me sick to eat.
I just don't know what to do anymore. It is like there is this constant war in my head. One side is saying that i need to go eat something, even something small. But the other side is screaming don't you dare. Its like if I go eat I have lost my control. I can be so sick. I can be so dizzy I can't see straight, but still not eat.
then there is the part of me that is like proud of myself right now. Proud that I have kept my control. That even when my friends are telling me to eat. I still have control.
I went in the kitchen a bottle of water a few minutes ago, and sitting on the counter was a box of donuts. I thought about eating one. But it was like... I don't know. I just couldn't
*sigh* sorry for my rambling. Just nothing is making sense anymore
ooops! double posted