In case you’re curious.

I’ve had ‘distorted eating habits’ for four years now. My life revolves around food. Avoiding it, eating it, purging it, hiding it. Food is everywhere. Occasionally I try to get better, but I’ve learnt now that it never works. My existence is really quite meaningless. I don’t do anything apart from exist and suffer. I wake up every morning wondering if it’s the day that I’m going to end it all, I plan not to eat that day, usually end up having something by the evening, resulting in cutting and contemplating suicide for hours until I pass out from exhaustion and repeat the process. If my miserable life interests you in any way, shape or form feel free to read about it.