I'm so tired. I so need someone to talk to but I struggle to start the conversation. I don't want everything to be about me. I hate it when all the focus is on me, and it always seems to be when people want to talk. Either that, or I don't get a word in.
I managed to stop myself from binging, which I suppose can only be a good thing. Or at least, it is so long as I don't end up going the other way again now. Managed two meals today, which is the most I've eaten in a while. I really want one of them out of my system now though. I feel like such a pig. Problem is that my mr is around. I want to be sick, and run, and go mad for a while.