2003-05-18, 10:13 p.m.
I binge. There is a mirror next to my computer. I can't bare to watch myself shove piece after piece of greasy pizza in me. I get angry and toss the mirror across the room. Good thing it didn't break. I've done that way too many times - broken mirrors out of anger.
Tommorow I get my car. I wonder how much more I'll binge because I can get whatever food I want whenever I want. Oh well. Atleast it takes the stress off of having to ask my dad and worrying if he knows. Which he does. I'm almost sure of it. The way he comments on how he bought me food. Doesn't seem like a big deal, but he never says anything about anything.
I should go purge.