Oddly this year, i didnt care much for my b-day. B-day = food and food = stress, and food+relatives+party= fat and bloated me.
I am really so ashamed. I seem to forget what self control is when the clock strikes 8.00 pm.
So much food and horrible, horrible (okay they werent that bad), but they were picture's and videos nonetheless...:(
Great day otherwise that and Boyfreind forgetting my birthday.
Who does that?
It makes me want to end it. Even if your buzy, you can atleast call, right???
I birthday binged, but I vowed to my self that at 19 I will give up purging for good.
Was standing in the restroom, but i didnt do it.
And Im still alive?
peace* love *skinny