AAAGHHHH
I HATE this feeling. I am so in love with those three weeks that it hurts. I was so in love with how I was going to look afterwards, and the disapointment two weeks later just crushed me. And I MISS HIM SO MUCH it hurts. I hate to say it, but it was alot easier to 'ration my portions' when the mealtimes were planned and there was no other time to eat but those times. He noticed, but all I could think about was how good I looked. When I got home, my pants were falling off. HAAHHA. I miss that though, the feeling of SKINNY. I miss him, them, and then. It hurts because of how wonderful it was when I was there, and how awful I am without it. GOD DAMNIT, it makes me want to SCREAM.