Sick and tired of writing the same damn thing...the day started with the best of intentions...get back on track, don't do any e.d. behavior, blah blah blah. Same old story, the good intentions don't get me very far.
The parents are coming up to visit this weekend. They know I'm flopping, needless to say they are not happy, considering the hundreds of thousands of dollars they've spent on me and my recovery. The therapist and I both agree this weekend is a good opportunity for me to get out of this cycle, so I'll have to deal w/the impending arguments.
It's always "one more time" w/me. But I know full well it's never the last time.
Haven't been sleeping, which really sucks. Trying to hold it together at school...not doing so great at that.
I thought it hurt bad enough when I came out to Utah. I thought I was done.
Damn, just by looking at the way I'm writing, I can tell my mind is fried.
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