Right when I get to the conclusion that things are looking up, it seems I go and do something bad. Maybe it's a subconcious thing...a fear of getting better and having to face the problems behind the disorder. But it feels unintentional when it happens, like I have to.

I had breakfast, a bowl of cereal. Threw that up, and made myself another bowl. Threw that up, made another bowl. Threw that up again. I'm too tired to make another bowl or I would, I'm very hungry but the thought of food makes me sick. I can hear my mom's car. Which means I have to go. So yeah...wish me good luck.