Hopefully, my parents will realize that they’ve treated me terrible for so long that I couldn’t take it anymore.
They’ll know that I starved myself to death because of them.
I hope it eats them up inside, till they spend every day in regret.
Mother who doesn’t care.
When I die, they will feel bad about how they treated me for once in their life.
I didn’t get it all out, not even close but still.
I think tomorrow I will pretend to be sick. That way I won’t have to get out of bed/eat.
I am torn between loving my ed because it keeps me skinny and motivated and I’ve gotten so many compliments on my weightloss and hating it because I’m so unhealthy, tired, cold, obsessive and anxious all the time