My dead stare is back in its place, and so is my never-ending urge to puke out every bit of emotion I have.
Three days of good work, one stress-related binge and next thing I am completely off track again. I’m going to “punish” myself for the rest of the night and slowly get back into the routine of eating minimal amounts.
You will not stop. The pain is necessary, especially the pain of hunger. It reassures you that you are strong, can withstand anything, that you are not a slave to your body, you don’t have to give in to its whining.
— Marya Hornbacher’s, Wasted (via maigrelet)
I have begun evaporating right before your eyes. I keep on regurgitating my own demise.
— Heart Failure
