Had interview today. Massive anxiety. I don't think I got it. I cried on the way home. I was thinking about if I should start purging again. I have no hope. No way out. No respite. I'm desperate for something. That's when mia comes along.

 

So today. Relatives have come over. I am thinking about doing a gym class double session from 7-9pm. I need to get that sweat on. I need to reduce my anxiety. I need relief. I need something to feel good about myself.

 

I should say. That major newspaper that interviewed me: bloody nice place