I keep eating and eating. I don’t know why though. I’m not even hungry.I think I’m eating, to fill a void or something. I keep eating more….and more….to the point where I think I’m going to puke my guts out. I feel disguisting„ but I can’t stop. So I’m going to try and starve myself, I’ll just see how that goes. I know it won’t last, though. Because my mom is always making sure I’m eating, then she’ll get mad if I don’t eat.
It’s easier at my dad’s house, because there, no one cares what I do, they may act like they care, but I really know they don’t.