I had the best trip of my life on Sunday and had a bit of a revelation and yeah, I think maybe I’m finished with this eating disorder. It’s early days yet so you know, but since then I’ve been happy and positive and loving of myself, and I’ve cleaned my whole house, and I’ve shot down every single negative thought I’ve had and it’s been great. All our monkey bodies are cute and nice and drugs rule.
I’m trying to be much happier and on top of life, but today I just feel sad. Everything going on in the world seems to be especially terrible at the moment and it’s cold and there’s heaps I’m supposed to be doing but I don’t know how to pull myself from this sort of hole. I want my boyfriend.
It’s twenty past ten and I’m out of the house, I ate a proper breakfast (cereal with coconut, cashews, soy milk and raspberries mm), I took my noopept, I had a proper shower (with my new ‘dreamwash’ from lush), I’m having dinner with my parents tonight, and now I’m listening to 2ne1 on my way to work. Today will be a good day, I am determined.
Loved today’s date with Kasia 💜 but coming up from tomorrow I’ll be working 13 shifts in the next 11 days with only 1 day off… What did I get myself into?