Spent all day at school feeling anxious, in fear that I'd get home a binge. Well I got home and I binged. Have I ever explained to you why I consider myself a bulimic? It's all about breaking even. You binge, and then you get rid of the food in an unhealthy way. Like puking, over-exercising, or starving. I starve in short bursts, just enough to ensure that my binging doesn't do much damage. I always end up back at square one. So even if I don't puke anymore, I still identify with bulimia.

I might tell someone. I almost had a nervous breakdown today.