I'm having a really hard time today and I'm not sure what else to do but write.

Fucking Thanksgiving. It's bad enough that we celebrate one day solely by overeating. Instead of just ending with one day, it's like the world is given carte blanche to extend in to the weekend. I purged last night. And I am so twisted up from it that I can barely breathe. The thing I hate the most is that it just hit me so hard, and so familiarly that I can't re-center myself. There I was, 4AM and still on a rush from the endorphins. And now here I am, physically sore and emotionally depleted and I just wish I could make it go away. And this is the worst possible to week for me to feel anything but on top of my game.

I'm so tired.