My hopes always rest on the illusion of tomorrow

tomorrow will be better, cleaner. Tomorrow I won't mess up. That's right, overnight I will transform from my worthless self to someone with control and poise. Therefore, tomorrow will be a wonderful day. I'm counting on it.

I ate dinner with a friend and his family tonight. Like, actual dinner. Came home, and there were freshly baked cookies and cupcakes. FML. Three cookies, one cupcake, and a giant glass of milk later, I want to purge so bad its not funny. However, I am trying very strongly to break that cycle because its a pain in the ass and i'd rather starve.

Also I've been throwing up my birth control which is causing a whole lot of problems for me.