progress meeting and that didnt go too well at all. And I had to have fries today, but it wasnt in me too long. i keep thinking they're gonna think i'm not trying and kick me out. I kinda hope they do, cuz I part of me still doesn't want to get better, and I really don't want to eat anything they give me. This weekend had me thinking how much weight I could loose if I can find a way to hide my food at the table. I hate it, I hate thinking this way, I'm so fucked up bad.
Btw, for you guys I didn't tell, I met a guy. His names ben, and I like him. He's pretty hot, and is just awesome to be around, but it won't last. I have to tell him sooner