crash&burn.

Dr. M thinks I was misdiagnosed with borderline personality disorder and that I’m bipolar. What the fuck. I’m sick of every doctor I see wanting to diagnose me with a million things.
Bipolar? Fucking seriously? No. Just, no.

Also, my vitals are better. Heart rate/temp up. Anemia not as bad.
I have the start of osteoporosis though. :c Still have a heart murmur.

Yesterday was truly sucky. I actually -clogged- the toilet purging. Embarrassing as fuck. I freaked out and was like, moving puke from toilet to sink with my hands. Probably the grossest moment of my life, which is saying a lot.