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I'm suddenly feeling really good. Physically, I feel terrible, but mentally I want to take on the world. I think it's because I feel like I want to make everything better. I want to take care of everyone right now. I'm not happy at all, but I'm just confident in what kind of a difference I can make in people's lives.
See, I still feel fat and disgusting and worthless. But I feel like that doesn't mean I can't change that. I feel like I can get things done right now. I'm still so weary about getting better and eating normal amounts and not purging, but I'm going to do my exercise tape again tonight and think it through. After all, I can't do much change for the world if I'm not alive, eh?
