PrettyThin

I thought I was free. But no. Even the tiniest little things that bug me or make me upset in any kind of possible way, make me want to starve! My boyfriend and I just broke up because he just told me that he's been liking another girl. This isn't the first time this has happened to me. It completely drains the worth out of me, and I feel like I wasn't good enough so he wanted someone else who acutally could be. I just can't even think straight at the moment. Just this week, everything was going soooooo well, I was eating, being happy, and determined to not let this disease run my life anymore, but I guess I'm not strong enough. I guess there just is no escape. There is no end. And now, I'm on my way to my comforting, wonderful goal weight of 84 pounds. So long, sanity. I'm gonna miss ya