in between. not there, not alive, but not dead either. all day. people saying things to me. i don't hear them. literally, their voices just die before their words hit my ears.
and my poor mother "...i know you've been restricting..."
fuck you. i'm bingeing every night about 5,000 calories.
and i'm doing it tonight. and no i'm not going to throw it up tonight. i just don't fucking care anymore.
i just want to jump off a fucking bridge and die.