I went to this italian feast-carnival sort of thing in new york tonight, i just got back. My dad and my sister were getting all sorts of snacks and stuff and I kept telling my dad i wasn't hungry or my stomach hurt, but he told me that i had to eat. so i did. then i told him that i was going to go find a vendor with iced tea and i went to a garbage a few blocks away and purged. i was a little ashamed that i had to go to like a dark street to fuel my "addiction," but i was also happy and relieved... my dad stopped seeking me treatment and i'm falling deeper into my cycle and i don't know what to do...?
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