I broke down today.
I ate, which isn't exactly surprising.
And I cried.
I feel dehydrated, and so thirsty, but I don't want to leave my room.
I don't feel like I can face my parents right now, or anyone.
I'm not supposed to cry, I didn't even want to.
My parents will make fun of me; once a crybaby, always a crybaby.
My arm still hurts from my shots, and from the weird positions I had to force myself to sleep in.
I'm not weighing myself until Monday, and I'm starting to get paranoid.
But that's sort of the whole point.
That's what initially made me start crying, jsyk.