They go so well together. Especially chocolate and salty peanut butter. I've been craving it for the past week (pms, I guarentee you).

Right now, idk what I'm going to do. Probably gorge on leftovers after I finish my chores and study (HAHAHA being 'good' then totally throwing it out the window with the binge and purge)

Did you know rope hurts your hands and leaves marks?

Something tells me I'm bipolar or something. I was down low all day yesterday, then when my friends rang my doorbell, I started having this weird jittery happiness where nothing bugged me. Again. This has been going since what, beginning of summer? Idk, but it's really getting on my nerves.

Right now, my mouth is bitter and my head is achy. Just woke up and did my hair half way for school, so I'll have to finish later..

Oh guess what? It's been 80 d**n days with no word from my mom to me. Lovely. And she said she cares...

The house mately's and parental figures are gonna be out again~ I hope my mood doesn't swing so far low, because when you go down that deep, all I want to do is eat.

If you knew how low ones mood can go, then you know how I feel. I went very low today after 2nd period. Just down down and further down into oblivion.

After school I followed Ethan again to his cross country practices like I usually do. Zack was there and I wish he would've just hugged me. of course, I didn't know what ot say to him so I just stood there. I ought to probably break up with Daniel. I'm in no state of Health to have a relationship and I'd rather get it over with so as to not hurt him any more.

My house mate is gone, and I don't know if he's left for the day. If he has.... well, yah...

I got on the scale just a few minutes ago, and I weighed in at 102.4 Now that would have my friends screaming for joy since I gained 2 pounds. But those numbers disgust me. I shouldn't weigh more than 98 pounds tops. I should probably start running like my dad wants me to. I mean, I love running, but he's out all the time so I can't go out. I should ask him so I can just... run. Lose the weight I gained over my weekend binging.

Hum. I ought to b/p after I finish homework and before my dad gets home.

Late start Mondays. Gotta love them.... not really. All I know is that today, both my house mate and dad are going to be out between 5-7. plenty of time to binge and maybe purge. Mind you, I only purge on a weekly basis (1-5 times). Don't really want my dad seeing me pass out from losing a bunch of electrolytes.

Today... turn in a project early, take an oral exam in spanish, and frequently ignore my friends today since I don't have a club to go to during lunch (to my little dark hall way of despair~) Oh fun.

Last night I just sunk down low. Or maybe it was floating. Just think of being in an ocean with a bunch of waves going back and forth. Mood going down down and... down.

Oh right, I almost forgot, Happy Halloween.

Go figure, I'm the binger of the house and my dad is setting me in charge of passing out candy.

Eating more than him... HA. And yet I'm still 4-8 pounds underweight.

So hi. I'm the brown eyed newb. Just to let ya'll know why I'm on the site, I'm a bulimic. Started a while back, and I um... wanted to get better. Why? I scare myself with it. But anyways, I guess I'll join this site and make it my official blog place if I can. Talk about my life, high school, divorced parents and such. And yes, I'm a girl : P just fyi.

The only reason why I joined this site was because although I've told some people they don't understand how to help or even ask if I'm really ok. I honestly just want people (if they read this anyways) to get why I do this to myself. I guess I need someone to talk to really. Let it all out.

So let's see. Last time I purged? I believe last tuesday since my dad had a long weekend. Might do it tomorrow when my house mate leaves for work and before my dad gets home. Binged? Today. Made dinner, and tried to see if I could eat angel hair faster than spaghetti. Didn't keep track of time, so that was a fail.. Yup. I feel weird since I'm now eating more than my dad...