The day has staarted alright. Granted it is only 9:34 in the morning and all I have done is go to the doctor's office. I went there this morning for bloodwork...again. The office is connected to the university I go to so now I am just waiting to go to class. I have lost interest in my readings for school, thus I am here writing instead. Though, my anxiety has got me; I can't stop thinking about what the professor is going to do to me when she finds out I have not read for her class. As if it stamped on my forhead. Life has become something else. I don't know what it is. I hate to talk to people and I look forward to seeing my doctors; they make me feel better.  Last night I turned my phone off and it has staied that way ever since. I hope to keep if off for sometime. I don't want to have contact with people I just want to leave. I go back to the doctor this afternoon. I bumped my appointment up a few days so I could see him today instead of Thursday. I want to talk to him about my medications and see what will help me more. I have fallen back into bulimia and I want to execute that trait at every moment of the day. It allows me to release all the nerves that I keep in myself. I better begin to get ready for class. It starts in fifteen mins and I need to walk across campus.