I got caught b/p. I want to ****ing kill myself. To have food being found in your room as your puking your guts out at 2am is absolutely horrifying and humiliating. The worst part is...I'm 23 and my dad caught me...he didn't know that I'm still doing this. I was waiting on the screaming from him and it never came....I'm just one disappointment after another to my parents..they deserve a better daughter. One that isn't me. One that has goals and does things and makes something out of herself. Not this huge failure. I've been bulimic going on ten years now...and I've been so scared of this taking my life, but now I'm just to the point that I hope it does take my life.