Binge. Starve. Binge. Binge. Starve. Repeat ad nauseaum.
I binged at the weekend. Not as much as before. I couldn’t purge, circumstances wouldn’t allow it. There’s more than one way to skin a bitch.
Tomorrow I begin again.
Can’t Give You Everything Because I Barely Hold It Together... in Chapter 9 : Oil Above Water
- May 29, 2018, 7:14 p.m.
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