A/N I know that there are some errors and other junk but I wrote this at
night and I was really tired and didn't want to fix it and have ya'all read
it I'll fix it later :P hope you like!
Barfing, vomiting, throwing up. all the same. all about the same thing.my eating disorder. Yes I put my finger down my throat and try to make myself throw up, because I'm fat. I want to stop but I can't. You think why can't I, I even think why can't I? I mean why can't I just stop and start eating normally and instead of barfing not to. but I can't.its addictive. it usually becomes a routine.it helps me feel better.
I Wish I could but I can't and its hard not to. It's the only thing I have control over in my life. What I eat and when I should just barf it out. It didn't always use to be this way until the accident, yes Cedric's death. I hadn't felt great about anything just moping around sobbing almost everyday. I had even stopped eating.its not like I meant to I mean well its just complicated. Just all of a sudden I realized i had an eating disorder and I couldn't stop. My mind was out of it when it first started I guess I thought it was just away of getting rid of all the feelings I had inside.missing Cedric, never being able to love again, what will I do at school. I felt the whole world went against me and things going my way turned another direction and left my in a pit.
I guess my steak of luck decided to leave me to my most hated Enemy. oh well I had to except it. I began barfing more, I became more petite, and pale.my mother hadn't notice and my father wasn't around long enough to notice. I guess they figured that I was okay and was unhappy with the world taking away my boyfriend. Eating disorders don't just come and go. they either come and stay or you work it out and they go and you go back to the so-called "normal world" but I'm not about to stop.I'm not about to give up the only thing God has given me control over.
Barfing, vomiting, throwing up. all the same. all about the same thing.my eating disorder. Yes I put my finger down my throat and try to make myself throw up, because I'm fat. I want to stop but I can't. You think why can't I, I even think why can't I? I mean why can't I just stop and start eating normally and instead of barfing not to. but I can't.its addictive. it usually becomes a routine.it helps me feel better.
I Wish I could but I can't and its hard not to. It's the only thing I have control over in my life. What I eat and when I should just barf it out. It didn't always use to be this way until the accident, yes Cedric's death. I hadn't felt great about anything just moping around sobbing almost everyday. I had even stopped eating.its not like I meant to I mean well its just complicated. Just all of a sudden I realized i had an eating disorder and I couldn't stop. My mind was out of it when it first started I guess I thought it was just away of getting rid of all the feelings I had inside.missing Cedric, never being able to love again, what will I do at school. I felt the whole world went against me and things going my way turned another direction and left my in a pit.
I guess my steak of luck decided to leave me to my most hated Enemy. oh well I had to except it. I began barfing more, I became more petite, and pale.my mother hadn't notice and my father wasn't around long enough to notice. I guess they figured that I was okay and was unhappy with the world taking away my boyfriend. Eating disorders don't just come and go. they either come and stay or you work it out and they go and you go back to the so-called "normal world" but I'm not about to stop.I'm not about to give up the only thing God has given me control over.