I'm so tired. There's nothing left, I just want to die. Bulimic for 7 years. Nothing EVER gets better, and I'm so sick of hearing people say "I know things look bleak, but its not forever". 7 years doesn't really seem like a temporary thing. I can't talk to a councellor - I can't tell her how I stuff myself twice a day, bring it up, go to the gym for two hours, stuff myself again, bring it up again and then go to bed in a mixture of falling asleep and fainting. HOW can you talk to someone face to face about that? I also hate prozac. It makes me feel like I'm just going through the motions, like a thoughtless little ghost. I'd rather be dead than going through the motions. Its damaging my speech - I actually find it difficult to speak, mentally. The words don't come out right. I'm so physically exhausted and wound up inside that I can't physically form sentances. People are going to start to think I'm 'special'. I don't have the energy to do anything anymore... Why me?