EATING DISORDER DINNER PARTY/PSEUDO REHAB/GOT HIT BY A TAXI CAB/ A NEW YORK SUMMER CLASSIC.
EATING DISORDER DINNER PARTY/PSEUDO REHAB/GOT HIT BY A CAB/ A NEW YORK SUMMER CLASSIC. Ello blog. Ive been doing awful bla bla bla bla but Im still le best effing writer in nyc. le depressive bulimic episode got so bad that I had to come clean to my parents. We met at an Italian restaurant on west 48th street above an empty salsa club for le big occasion. I wore a vintage coat made of lite fabric with gold sailor suit accents. I always feel confident in nautical-wear. AHOY!!!! I waz in such a vommit brain fog I couldn't tell what shoes I wore (which is extremely unusual for moi, I typically have a photographic memory of all my outfits, if i cant remember you or somethging you told moi: just tell me what i was wearing when it went down). Le week prior to le dinner, I pulled a classique moi and texted a confession spiral to my dad. Poor guy. He'd been mad I'd been over-drafting all my bank accounts recklessly. I had no excuses left. I'd spent le past 6 or so months tr