I purged it all.

I didn’t even hesitate. Only in my mind. If I have the option to purge everything, I always take it. Always. I don’t fight it, I don’t debate it. I know that when I want to get better, I’ll start fighting it. But for now it’s all I have.

ended a binge by purging last night at about 7 pm. didn’t eat anything until an hour ago, which was an ice cream sandwich, 4 packets of entenmann’s brownie bites, and a vanilla caramel sundae. purged. 

i feel like shit, obviously, and i’m trying not to beat myself up too much over that binge. that binge shouldn’t have happened, though, and that’s what’s killing me.

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK

feeling the absolute worst feeling in the world right now. going to purge until i feel like my guts themselves are going to come up.

can’t wait until it’s over (for a day or two) and look back at this post, remembering how i feel now.

time to purge. with a headache. fuck my damn eating disorder.