I had an apple for breakfast, (negative calories) and I slept.
I had an emotional breakdown, broke my landline phone, and the cabinet door in my bathroom as well as nearly made my knuckles bleed and collapsed on my bathroom floor.
I had a shower and couldn't look down. I couldn't let myself touch the shaving razor even though it was looking right at me, tempting me, telling me it would be better if I did.
I had 30 cals. of soup for lunch.
I had a 4 hour rehearsal.
I had and ENTIRE footlong subway veggie delight and frozen yogurt. Cuz I'm gross.
I hate recovery. Fuck it. I give up on it. I hadn't even started. It was only thoughts. I give up on those thoughts, I don't want this in between shit anymore.
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