I used to love my job, but now, it’s just been full of drama. I can’t talk to my new friend because she’s a supervisor, and she was “showing favoritism.” Whatever. I just hate this guy. Let’s call him A. A is older than I am and jealous about my friendship with my supervisor. He also talks with an 18-year-old. And they’re friends. Which is odd. But please, don’t let that affect the atmosphere of this…. “job,” if you could call it that.
My blood sugar is high again. I hate having diabetes. I would just love to binge….
However, I have more of an urge to puke than anything. I want to starve and puke and stuff like that. I’m still in a dark place right now. I don’t wanna eat. I just want to lose weight.
I’m trying to find an email penpal, and I want someone to understand that I have schizoaffective disorder. That way, they know how to handle me.
Can I puke already? I feel beyond sick.
Yes, I know what you’re saying. You might think that it’s impossible. It’s just that up until now, I had only eaten a 120-calorie yogurt. That was eaten at 9:30 this morning. I ate a couple of hours ago because I felt like I was preoccupied. So, I feel like I restrict.
The sad part is that I like to do that. I like to forget and I love to have salads. All the time. Sometimes, I fill those gaps with coffee. Sometimes, with tea. But that’s something I love to do…
Is that bad?
Hey, guys, I wanted to talk about this, and I’ve been kind of questioning myself on this lately.
I haven’t really felt comfortable eating lately. I don’t feel like eating, and I find it really important to keep count of calories of what I’ve been eating. I’ve been collecting pictures of thin girls for some time now (I’m overweight, but still). I’ve been skipping meals at times, though I want to all the time, and I’ve tricked my family into believing I’ve eaten; I’ve flushed some of the food down the toilet or arranged it to where I throw the food out in a plastic bag and hid it from view.
I’m starting to believe that I may be on the path to developing an eating disorder…