Dark and Twisty.

Hi, lovelies.
Again, sorry for the lack of picture, I'm on my phone again.
Things are going to get really dark for me for a while. I ran out of Prozac and since there was a mess up with Wal-Mart I have zero money. Things are a little dark with it, but they get real dark without it.
I keep telling myself that today will be the day that I starve. Of course it never is. I need to get my willpower back. My self-esteem is low enough. I need this control. I need to feel hard bones hitting soft mattresses.
Oh, it may be nothing, but there's a lump in my boob. It might be a lymph node, swollen from being sick. It might be cancer. My worries say cancer. Either way, I'm not sure. No one has properly let me worry about it out loud, though, so it still is lingering in the back of my mind. Like all of the time.
I want to be teeny ballerina thin. I don't want to be to the point that people worry. That's when you get caught. I also wanna do lots of yoga and be really flexible. I wanna be able to wear whatever I want. Am I repeating myself?
I saw that a lot of people saw my last post. Thanks a bunches for reading. Feel free to comment too. I don't bite!
My rib cage is deformed. I used to do something called cosplay where you dress up as characters from shows or books. I used to like to dress as guy characters. And the only way I knew how to bind was with ACE wraps. Don't do that. Really bad for you.
Alright, I feel a little better getting to indulge my disorder, and keeping you guys updated. It feels nice to have people who understand.
Much love,
Alex