Failure is becoming apart of my daily life now. Everyday now I'm binging. And because of the really bad one I had a couple days ago...I'm up 2 pounds. fml. I have no emotions left. I feel like at this point I'm so used to it, it doesn't make a difference. Though, at the end of the day I went down pound. It still doesn't make much of a difference on the other two pounds I gained a couple of weeks back.
ugh..I just. can't even..
Everyday I think about this crap. Every hour. Every minute. There isn't a day that goes by I don't think about it. The way I see it...the only way I can be truly happy, confident AND have a BF is if I'm thin.
Yet, it still doesn't feel like enough incentive. I just feel so emotionless. I've grown so apathetic towards my ED.
On the 'light' side of things, I got my new camera today.