I've started making myself throw up again. Well after a meal today I went (Close to crawled) up the stairs to the bathroom... As I stick my fingers down my throat a burning rises and tears stream down my eyes. I am not going to throw up- I know I can't. I cannot understand what is wrong with me... I am scared.1
The burning continues and I stand up and wash the tear stains off of my cheeks, I just cannot understand.2
My body trembles and I can feel my heart pounding in my ears... the burning fades slightly-but is not forgotten.3
I weakly walk down the stairs and sit down; I know I have to eat. And so I do, not planning to let it come back up later- only because I must. I don't know what else to do.... I have gained weight through all of this pain I have put myself through. And for everything going on, for my weakness, for my friends, for my sister, for everyone and everything- I cry.4
-Liz5
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Yeah it's really bad for you, it came to the point where physically I actualyl can not do it anymore because of the pain it put my body thorugh. I acnnot do it without like... being in extreme... EXTREME pain.
Cass
BTw, this is an old poem...are you reading soem fo my old stuff? -
I've been through this before. I know a little about how you feel. I hated doing it, but it almost made me feel better. But I only gaind weight instead of losing it. So I finally just stopped. It's not a good business to go into. Good story.
Jamie -
yeah two days, oh joy.
Cas -
aww dont cry cass. I liked this poem. In a weird way it makes me no your ok even tho it was...well yea just not a happy poem. I luv ya!
-heath
(2 DAYS!!!)
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