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Tonight I go to bed hungry again. Not for lack of food, because I can't stop myself from purposefully throwing it back up. I don't know where to turn.
Tonight I go to bed hungry again. Not for lack of food, because I can't stop myself from purposefully throwing it back up. I don't know where to turn.
Boo hoo. I *do* know what it's like to go to bed hungry, because there wasn't enough money for food after the other bills were paid. That's not the case now, but you never forget what it's like.
Hunt for sympathy somewhere else, you pathetic weak little waste of First World skin.
Give up on being perfect. I think that's the only way.