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It's already February 5th. Time bolts like lightning and vanishes like the obscurus.
My English has deteriorated day by day, feeling helpless acknowledging the fact I can't speak and think and write fluently like I did before.

I don't think I should blame others for what really happened on me, it's me who chose to be what I am today. Round and round I go again, in the circle of relapsing and binging and purging.

Every time I said to myself: This would be the last one. Yet it never occurred.

I always skipped the part to talking the truth to myself, ignoring what has happened, guess this is why I kept repeating the bulimic cycle even though I think it's wrong to do so.

And then comes the guilt following the throw up.

please, help//