Everything in my language arts class I write about is my eating disoder. We write about ourselves so much and personal experiences and the more we write about the topics we do, the more I feel limited. I feel like I’m letting my eating disorder define who I am, and I feel like I have literally nothing else important or significant in my life other than me being an anorexic with bulimic tendencies. 

I’m too tired. Tired = complaining/whining. It’s time for bed. I’ll do my homework during zero… WAIT! I don’t have zero tomorrow! Best. news. ever. I’ll do my homework in 2nd. Lovely!

12:25 am  •  24 February 2012