I have been in such a crap mood since this year began... actually, no I take that back. I have been in a crap mood since around the time Michael gave me a ring. (I would say put a ring on my finger or purposed or whatever... but it was more along the line of handing me a ring in front of his mother and not even asking the actual question until several hours later while watching television - no down on one knee; no cute or romantic gesture - NOTHING!)

Anyways... still fighting bulimia - yesterday was HORRIBLE. Still having panic attacks on an hourly basis. And still hate everything about myself. I want my anorexic ways back DO FUCKING BAD!