Clubbing tonight! Woohoooooo! I loves it. Okay, so I gotta eat dinner in a restaurant. Hopefully I'll be able to just get a salad and/or purge without affecting my UV-reactive make-up.

Then alchohol. Which is awesome. Fun times to be had. Ooooohhhhhh yeah. I like dancing. A lot. And tomorrow I will do something productive. Like tidy. And exercise. Mmmmm, must get a flat-ish stomach for holiday!

My life is officially at its worst in whatever. Normally the only thing that ws important to me was my academic work. But now I have a boyfriend, and not only is my academic work suffering, but so too is my relationship with my boyfriend.

I feel suicidal. And fat. I'm 2lbs over my 'acceptable' weight, the weight I always want to be, not a lb over, nor one less.

I need to get back into control. I need to do some more exercise.

I am so alone. If anyone's reading this, I'd appreciate the support. :((((((

This has to be the biggest pile of shit I've ever come across.

Just a few points:
1. It doesn't matter how HUNGRY an anorexic is -- she won't eat unless she wants to!
2. It doesn't matter how much vitamin D and calcium you consume, unless you're menstruating, YOU'LL STILL SUFFER BONE DEPLETION YOU FUCKWITS.
3. Oh yeah, let's stick pins in my foot. That's really gonna make me realise that I need to put on forty pounds before I even have the right chemicals in my brain to sort out my life.

FUCKWITS. FUCKWITS. FUCKWITS.

The end.

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