Dear Self,

Get the fuck out of bed. SHOWER. Make yourself look nice for a change and maybe you won't feel like such shit. It worked last year. Dresses make you feel better than sweatpants. So wear one. Go to class and be present. BUY A FUCKING SNACK ON THE WAY. Something safe enough so it won't feel like a bomb in your stomach, but something substantial enough too. Don't go out tonight. It's a week night. Thirsty Thursday is a terrible concept. Don't start this shit too. Just do your homework after class and feel good about getting done early. Go to bed before midnight. Feel better in the morning. Try not to bite anyone's heads off today, it's not their fault you feel like this.

And remember to breathe.

Ignorant Assholes.

"I could never be anorexic, I like food too much. I'd be bulimic though. It's really the smartest idea ever, because you can eat whatever the hell you want and lose weight."

I'M SO GLAD I HEARD THAT TODAY.

Because too bad you hardly lose weight--and if you do, it's probably because you're dehydrated. And never mind the fact that it can kill you.

I just LOVE the ignorance surrounding eating disorders. Even the anorexia comment--as if people choose it as a diet. Give up carbs? Nah, I'll just give up food altogether. If it was that FUCKING easy, people  wouldn't need to get such intense treatment. If it was about...vanity? Goddamn. I left the library when I heard it. I couldn't sit there for the rest of the conversation.

People suck.

Today was a terrible, terrible day. I should never have gotten out of bed.