And I'm dreading it!
I love these crazy fuckers. It's just so bloody relaxing and comfortable getting up every day announcing that I can't cope with life, am an alcoholic bulimic anorexic, then running round indulging myself in every emotion and whim that crosses my mind...
Have been drinking like a fish and bingeing occasionally. Does anyone else do that in rehab?!
I feel like a worthless fucking cunt. Wasting my parents money, lying to everybody (except you beautiful people) and generally being a knobjockey... But I am talking about childhood stuff so am 'working through that' if nothing else.
Plus met some amazing people who I love and respect and have learnt A LOT from. This is definitely a turning point. I just don't think I'm ready yet to give up the eating and drinking control.
Sad mad times.
Boy came up today. We were supposed to be going to the wedding of a school friend of mine. Instead he's having lunch with me and the other loony tines, a counselling session with my therapists, a joint session with me and the therapists, then taking me shopping where we must monitor me the entire time. Finished up with dinner together when he must sensitively yet vigilently keep an eagle eye on my calorie/alcohol intake/expultion.
Great times.
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