I dont know whats going on.

I dont know what  I want. I dont know who I want. I dont  know where I'm going or how I'm going to get there or what I'm going to do when I get there.

I dont know if I've made the right decisions, or if I'm making awful mistakes.

They say anorexia is a slow form  of suicide. I think thats true.

I'm not going to meet my thanksgiving goal. I'm at 169 right now. Its been a binge weekend. I've purged a few times. Not enough.

Dear lord, I swear, all my family does is eat. I'm going to have to be sleeping all next weekend.

I read john greens the faults in our stars and looking for alaska. They were good.

I never want to eat again.

I dont like relationships, but I dont like being alone.