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binged yesturday. didnt purge. woke up at 87 lbs im fucking miserable. i feel terrible. everytime i try to hold something it falls out of my hands and that scares me. anyways my ex boyfriend is apparently playing me with a bunch of other girls feeding them the same lines hes feeding me i fucking hate him i want him to feel what i feel. i know thats terrible but i cant stand him. im fasting today till i dont even know when but i need to feel the emptyness, i want to be cold as i can be. i dont understand myself half the time. on the bright side my mom has been pretty supportive and is still trying to find me the right nutritionist.