I've been sober all week. Carl and I have been getting along famously. Everything's been annoyingly happy-go-lucky. I need a little more of that angst. My car did break during a snow storm. My friend and I slid and crashed and broke the front end.i can still use it. I've been so overwhelmed with finals. I've been taking a lot of adderall and vyvanse to keep up with that and he holiday shopping. And the lack of money. I haven't been eating much. I put myself on a low calorie low fat low carb diet. If I eat anything at all. Most of my friends that take these don't eat, so I feel like it should be normal. But I don't eat and I love it. If I wasn't lying to myself, I would admit that I took it for the love of the fact that I don't eat. This worries me. At least I'm not throwing up. It's a trade off. The drug abuse, besides has been fine. No cocaine or anything. I did buy a few hits of acid in case the world ends this week. Excuses.
I promised myself I'd only do the acid if the world started going to shit. But I know I'll do it anyway. The life of a young girl tying to survive in the modern world.
And because you kittens want to know what my body looked like post recovery, I'll post that. Forgive the scandalous nature of it. I'm about 130 here
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