Thanksgiving is in like... A week.

And I'm not nearly close to my goal.

Purged today. Purging mozzarella sticks is awful. Just awful. But I can't gain any more weight.

I need to fast. Until like, thanksgiving. That sounds like a  good idea. Unrealistic for my weak, fat ass.

I feel dizzy. Lalala.

I wonder how much of this weekend I can sleep through.

Were going dancing on friday. I'm sober cab this time. Thats okay I guess. Then I won't feel sick and have to eat.

I have to stay strong. I  have to remember how much I want this. How much I need it.