ok, apparently d-land is having an even bigger identity crisis than i am.

i want a partner for my ed. i want someone to compete with to see who can eat the least. i want someone to bemoan the horrors of eating out. i want someone to encourage me to get as sick as possible.

i'm already doing these things already. i'm just lonely.

i know all you are too smart for this.

i want to puke so bad. t was telling me while i was eating "you're just going to go throw it up" i don't want to give him the satisfaction of being right. but god damn i am too fucking full, i feel like i'm gonna explode. why did he have to come home when i was mid-binge?? FUCK.

starving + bleeding