Rant For Happiness

I ate the chomp.
Purged some.
Ate another bowl of soup.
Going to go and have a mass vomit soon - if I can.
I feel disgusting. Depressed. Horrible. Fat.
Stupid.
I'll never keep up with the beautiful girls.
DC will see me this Friday and be disgusted.
I'll see Jesus on Saturday - he'll also be disgusted. He'll think I'm horrible.
I just want to have some control.