Bulimia, or how life slips away
... the fact that I am not myself.
... when I feel I'm going crazy when I'm not able to throw up, and I'm sitting there crying like a child on the bathroom floor.
... the fact that I'm lying to everybody I know and love.
... the fact that I'm a med student and that I know very well all the damages I am causing to my body.
I can't seem to live without it. I hate myself for living with it.
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