I fell back into anorexia about 5 months ago, and it’s gotten particularly bad. Everyone in my family can see how thin I’ve gotten and I don’t have an excuse anymore. I don’t want one, I just want it to go away and stop controlling my life. I’m tired of snapping at people, pulling out fistfuls of hair, recording every calorie out of habit, and running on the treadmill until I feel like passing out. Sometimes I can’t get up off of the floor or out of bed and my poor boyfriend has to pick me up. I hate what this has done to me and I long for the day when I am finally happy.