The Bingeies.

As many of you have now realized, I've been suffering from an extreme case of the Bingeies lately.
After three weeks (and eight pounds), I'm so fucking unhappy. I realized a few things as well.
-The guy who I was concerned about, who I thought might like me, has been fucking with me, like always. Nothing ever changes.
-I will never get everything I want until I'm skinny, end of story.
-I am petrified of becoming close to people.
-I can't see the faint outline of my ribs anymore.

So, I did what any normal unhappy person would do. I stopped eating.

Alright, so maybe I lost control five minutes ago and had two Reese's cups and a lollipop. I didn't eat breakfast. I didn't eat lunch. I don't plan on eating dinner. I did incredibly good today.

So why do I still feel like shit?