Last night, i binged and then made myself sick again. I have for a long time now, gone through fazes of starving myself, very rarely binging and then making myself sick though. But in the past few weeks it has become a regular thing. Last night i tried so hard not to do it, but...i did. Im sorry if this is a bit graphic, but from what i threw up, there was some blood in it. This scared crap out of me. I stopped, looked in the mirror and as if like a robot, i carried on. I dont know why though, why didnt this shock me into stopping?
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