I deserve every moment of pain

By three this afternoon all I had devoured was a sixteen ounce latte and some chocolate. No wonder I felt dizzy.
Then I ate.
I became drowsy.
Then I ate some more.
And now I feel sick.
I am an idiot, so don't give me any sympathy. Mum's right. Even if meals have been a bit iffy lately, I still should be able to self-regulate. And I ought to suffer when I don't.
I used to be able to handle stress so much better. Now, whenever I get distressed, the first thing to go is my appetite. Gah, I just want to hurt myself for it. Wouldn't do me any good, but part of me just always screams for violence.
Ignore me.
*sleeps*

Fin.