Downhill

I'm literally living the thing I was most afraid of a couple of months ago. Tomorrow (technically today) is the first day of the semester, and I look the same as I did in May. I could've maintained 40kg if my heart hadn't been beating funny. I've spent the last 2-3 hours trying on every outfit I own, and all of them look like sh*t because what's underneath feels like a pig. Now that I've been purging for the last 3-4 days, I have to get back down to at least 38kg before the 5th of November.

Why? I don't know. I guess because the little bug inside my brain told me to.