I don't have too much to say

I'm exhausted. And my 'team'--every single one of 'em--seems to be overly concerned for my safety, which is beginning to concern me.

I told a friend I was in treatment yesterday, and how I felt about it. Then I felt guilty.

I wish I could just simply not eat again. (Those were the days, my friends...) Life was simpler then. Much, much simpler in many ways. I'm already planning tonight's binge. *sigh*

I hate being such a failure at everything I want to be good at.