Fat

Tuesday July 3

The stupid pizza was really nice. I had three slices and I didn’t really want to throw them up, but I did because I had to. It was so greasy that I couldn’t let it stay in my stomach.

I had to pretend that I was having a shower so that Mother wouldn’t hear me throwing up. I just turned on the taps and let the shower run until I finished getting all that fat and grease out of me. It’s getting easier again to bring it all back up. When I was forced to stop, I kind of forgot how to do it just right so that I don’t have to spend too long with my fingers down my throat, but I’m slowly getting back into routine. I don’t think I’ve lost any more weight though.

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