I'm the smallest I've been since I can remember, and it still isn't good enough. I keep making excuses when I get home as to why I eat. I have 6 weeks left in SoCal, and only 50 dollars. I can't AFFORD to eat! Why can't I stop?!

Control.

I will have control.

Not eating is so easy while at work. Once I get home, though... It all goes to hell. Especially when the green comes out.

I'm out of cigarettes. Hell.

I need a hit.

Last day of work for the week! My supervisor isn't mean enough to make me work Fridays. 3 days to not eat. Hopefully 3 of my roomies will be going to San Diego this weekend, so I won't have to answer to them. My other roomie tends to disappear without warning, so no worries there either, haha. Only worry that he'll get kidnapped and I won't notice. I'm such a bad roommate.

Arcade Fire soothes my soul.