Today it is difficult to write, come in here today was even more difficult. After a day of tears, pain, fake smiles in the morning, I attacked the food. Do not place the DA because I was vomiting at the thought, my stomach which usually begs for food, today pleaded that I stopped eating. I suck, yes it is. Tomorrow night plus Ema wants to bring me out to dinner. And I do that? I tell him I'm not well, that I'm not hungry? Understand that it is not really well. Or maybe not, I do not think he really understood the gravity of the situation. But that situation is it? I'm obsessed with calories, food, from the balance, weight, but do not think I really knew it. Much less aware of it himself, with whom I never speak of it. He only knows that fasting, when he insists on asking until they give in and tell him. Maybe it's just one thing in my head, maybe it's not really so. I do not know even what I'm writing, thinking, saying ....
A hug,
Michela.
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