Like everyone else.

I'm starting to feel like having an E.D kind of takes away your identity.  I love reading through the other blogs. Its lovely to feel not alone. But it does disturb me how we all seem to think and write alike.  Its understandable, we are all going through the same thing so of course our thoughts and fears are going to be the same but its eerie how much of it is the same.  Other then the obivous counting calories and weigh in, its all life sucks shit, no one likes their job (no one I read so far) parents are assholes, people are assholes, friends don't get it, strangers give more problems, issues in the dressing room, constantly pressure from within then anywhere else and whenever theirs a little victory its overshowed by the huge failure of not loosing more. 

I'm depressed enough today to starve myself I think.  No contract in the mail yet. No food for me.