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Rehab sucks. I'm still in group therapy. I'm going tomorrow, and I feel like I have nothing to say other than that I'm a failure. I really don't think i want to be better. I'm at the border of a "healthy" weight and I want to be tiny again. I want to feel my bones when I lie down. I told my new bf of a month that I have an eating disorder. surpisingly hes been the best--so supportive and non judgemental. and he's open to hearing about what i've gone through. god, i think i'm falling for him. Anyways, if i could just lose 5 more pounds, i'd feel heavenly.