I have put off these exams 3 times already. I feel like I am watching my life pass me by while all I do is indulge in bulimia.
Except I hate being bulimic. It is destroying my life… But as I watch my life crumble around me it is the only thing that offers me comfort.
The irony is I wouldn’t need comforting if I wasn’t bulimic.
My coping mechanism has become my problem.