Is it any wonder

seems to get worse w every passing day. i feel like i want this- i want to get fat bc i'm tired of being in a family with dominant skinny genes
i can't fit into jeans, neither can i feel the firmness in my stomach anymore. i guess i took it all for granted all this while
three years to build up and demolished in half a year. maybe post-internship.

need to get away from this household. the entire day is not suffice. i must be absent for this whole period lest the binge feeling starts acting up again. idk, i don't think when i consume. i barely breathe/ barely in my conscious state. more of waiting for my tummy to get disgustingly nauseous bfr i start to regret what i am doing.
didn't rly mention this to anyone bc writing it makes me less embarrassed about this i guess.