I've had 220 calories today. That's good. I cut last night. I always tried to avoid cutting on my stomach because I didn't want scars there. But oh well, I'm doomed to have more than I ever wanted. Today I hid my breakfast in my sock drawer. And resisted lunch. Even resisted a little candy cane. So today's ok. Aside from the fact that I'm completely fucking miserable and people are starting to notice.

Oh fuck it. This blog is dead.