Ate too much last night.
Arwen kept literally shoving food into my mouth. She'd try to get me to eat something, I'd refuse, and she'd smash whatever it was against my lips/into my mouth. I fucking hate when people force feed me. It doesn't help anything. Most likely I'll have a panic attack or do something especially stupid.
Resulting from force feeding, I ended up cutting. And purging a little. :c It wasn't Arwen's fault, I understand why she thinks making me eat would help. The reaction was my fault and it was totally retarded. They're abnormally shallow for me, which I guess is good?
Arwen went to the airport about an hour ago and as much as I'm going to miss her, I'm seriously glad she left so there won't be as much food stress. I'm an awful person.
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