Just me, the fuck up.

just me, the fuck up.so I'm more than likely going to PIW tomorrow. The bingeing is out of control and it's making me physically(well, duh) sick. Everytime I eat I get nauseated. My automatic response to a full stomach is to empty it, even if im not really thinking about the fat congealing in my stomach. I feel tired emotionally and physically. One of my housemates ran away and another had to leave b/c of his/her actions. I know the one that ran away is alright but they are on very thin ice. We're supposed to get some new people eventually. Most likely guys. This computer screen is all blurry and it's giving me a migraine. We're going to Subway tonight for our "goal" lunch. Neither of the two people I mentioned are pregnant (*sigh of relief*). I am still angry at people that refuse to have safe sex though. I felt very appreciated today, it was a nice feeling. The weather was also very warm and we went out without coats on while waiting for the transit. I "officially" quit from target, I told them I was not coming in anymore. I have about 2 paychecks left from them but I have to split them with Way Station. I'm having a lot of trouble with my parts, communication is poor, parts are ignoring other parts- saying they don't exist,making negative comments, and just reenforcing the ED shit. Well, I must go, the only good thing going for me tonight is Subway and an email from Dawnie-pooh-pooh-kiss-kiss. <3,



-mollie(bear)