I have red scratches on my wrists. I know I shouldn’t do it but I do and hopefully, someday, I’ll stop doing it.
I ate one piece of hopia last Saturday.
I ate two spoonfuls of rice last Sunday.
Last night, I ate a plateful of spaghetti.
I can hardly stomach eating and it hurts to wretch in the morning because there’s really nothing there to hurl out.
I’m feeling really faint and low and I think I’m going crazy with all this thinking.