I would be lying if I didn't say that my teeth feel a lot better now that I haven't been purging in a while. And I know very well that chewing and spitting is possibly even worse for your teeth than purging, but there are French fries baking in the oven right now and who am I to deny their soft, warm, textural charm? Or I could allow myself a few French fries as I haven't been drinking any caloric beverages during my liquid fast and have decided not to drink any for the duration of the night... though I do realize that liquid calories would not be as bad for me as starchy, oily calories... oh, what's a girl to do? Starve. Yes. Fuck, I'm going to eat the fries. I know I will. I shouldn't, but I can't pretend I won't. Shit, you know, I haven't even checked to see if there actually are any fries. I have been sitting here for 15 minutes boiling in my internal conflict when I could actually just be suffering from a particularly delicious hallucination. I did go for a walk today, trudging valiantly through shin pain... do I deserve the fries? Not at all. Do I deserve to eat at all? Of course not. Am I a weak, pathetic human being, a slave to my own disgusting desires? Oh yes, more than anything, I am sure of this.

Edit: Can I justify my actions by eating the fries in a painfully deliberate, ritualistic way? Yes yes yes yes yes!

Edit: I hate myself.

Edit: I still don't know if there are actually any fucking fries.