So... fucking... tired.

Maybe I won't even stay up for supper. Not that I even remotely feel like eating. I've eaten enough fucking food for today. Stuffed myself like the pig that I am. Purged a couple of times, because I felt nauseous the first time and just plain guilty the second time, but that doesn't make up for the fact that I ate a pretty big breakfast AND a pretty big lunch (some of the lunch came up, but I doubt it was even half of what I ate -- too late for that). Homewood would have called them normal meals, but nobody reading this would, because they were huge. Monstrously fucking HUGE.

I am starting to see clearer and clearer that there is no way I'm ever going to be able to stop this. But most of the time I don't even want to.