No, I wasn't trying to get out of it because I didn't want to eat.. I was actually trying to get out of it because I wanted to clean my flat and have a day at my flat today and run all the errands that I needed to, but no.. In the end I did breakfast club, got home and crashed (literally) fell up the stairs, blacked out a little and started shaking and going hot and cold, breaking into a sweat for no reason. As soon as I got to my flat, I threw up and couldn't stop for about an hour. It was horrible that was when I decided it was time I went to sleep and got some rest... Only got an hour of sleep, butit's better than nothing and it helped.. But.. I guess it shouldn't take me collapsing to make me stop and let myself rest.

I know that people that love us support us when we're feeling crappy but I guess I'm just not used to it and I'm used to feeling like I don't deserve it..

I feel sick again