Everyday I wake up, I'm hungry. I think "I can do this, just dont eat. One more day. Your stronger than this." So I don't eat. It's painful, and messes up my focus on many things: school, sports, attitude. It makes me dizzy all the time. It makes me have constant stomach pains. It makes me yell, stream, and lash out cruel words to the people I love the most. And lastly, it made me lose all my friends. I'd isolate myself on Friday nights. Stay alone. Me and the computer. I lost pretty much all my friends, except for a few. I feel like nobody cares about me. I went from 146 pounds to 124 in 5 weeks. It was bad. But hey, nobody said a word except the occational "have you lost a little weight? You look good." Well I had, but nobody seemed to care that I was starving myself. I was eating 700 or 800 calories a day and going to practice after school. Then I got in a big fight with my boyfriend and began to binge. Now I'm back up to 140 pounds and I feel disguiting. I want that 124 to read on the scale again. I promise I'll be happy with it, because before I still thought "It's not good enough. Your huge, loose MORE." But now looking at the 140 on the scale I pretty much die inside. And the worst thing is I don't care what happens. Starting today I'm going to live on nothing but water, and gum; oh, and coffee and green tea. I know this is horrible. I know all of the consequences. I know it all. But that worst part is: I just don't care. I have good grades, I know that I'll have to struggle to keep them. I do sports: I know I'll risk passingout. But when I do passout and end up in the hospital, maybe someone will care. Maybe my friends will come back, and realize I didn't just want attention. Maybe people will realize I can't do this on my own. ღ