Crying and sleeping.

I broke down today.
I ate, which isn't exactly surprising.
And I cried.
A lot.

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.

Yeah.
Laterz

P.S: sixbillionsecrets.com
That's what initially made me start crying, jsyk.