Binge binge binge.
The not very glamorous life of a bulimic.
EDIT: After binging a fuck load and purging so much that I can barely talk I said to myself that it was going to be the end of it...ha. I've gone and binged again. >.>
My chest feels like it's about to split open and my throat is red raw. I'm sat next to my auntie and I'm extremely paranoid because all I smell is vomit. This is no life yet why won't I stop? Why can't I control this? I hate bulimia so fucking much. Why would anyone choose this?
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