Guy I saw today pretty much said I have an eating disorder, which I guess is true, but still, the actual words and diagnosis is scary.
Did some accidental socialisation just now when I went out for a cigarette and two of my flatmates were outside too, and it was quite nice to talk to somebody in person.
The urge to over-tidy my room has come on hard today as well, stuff like chucking out perfectly good tins of food which have to be in my room because they don't fit in the kitchen, just for the sake of getting rid of 'clutter' (even when the stuff is all neatly packed away in boxes under my bed.
I feel like packing up a couple of days worth of stuff and just running away and avoiding society completely forever.