I'm not okay. Or I am somehow and doing an amazing job acting like I'm not. I don't know with myself anymore.
I'm buying a scale next week.
So my mom gave my cat to the Humane Society without letting me even say goodbye because I was at my dad's house. Not that that should be a problem, seeing as it's her cat - but she had already tried to get rid of her once while I was out with a friend - my whole family knew before I did...and she told me on Wednesday while we were in the car. That's fantastic, mom, way to tell your daughter her cat has been taken away. >.>
My brother knew, my cousins, but she completely neglected to tell me anything, and that's not okay with me.
On the other hand, I went so long without proper food this week that I reverted to lying there not being able to get up. Lovely? I think so. When I did get up, my eyes went pitch black. I got scared because I almost fell over when my brother was following me so I could get him something from the bathroom. I. Almost. Fell. Over.
What would he have done?
I miss the blackness though, it feels like change.
And then I binged, but I feel like I swam it all off...
I binged because I was at my dad's girlfriend's house swimming. They were being COMPLETELY loveydovey and it got me all upset that they would still be doing this infront of us. It's only been three years since dad and mom got divorced, but still - we're his kids! and she's a dinosaur!
Plus the stress with my mom = binge. >.> I could only purge the equivalent to one piece of pizza.
More later.
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