...emotionally that is. I've been on the verge of smashing things then breaking down in tears for no reason. Now that my essay is done my brain is shifting it's attempts to not let me get shit done. I had a emotional therapy session last week, not tears and stuff, but of the fact that I may need to be accessed to see if I'm clinically psychotic. And that has been messing with my head. Because the label is so negative my brain has done what it does best, loosing its ability to focus, and thus me becoming almost inept at life.
Officially weighed in at 120.0lbs. Somehow. Even with my binging. I've taken to purging in the shower, which is dangerous since I slowed up the bathroom sink from puring in it, and our shower drain is super slow. Gotta buy some draino, even if me and the roommate are morally opposed to it. Just nothing we have tried has cleared it up.