I am 100% in love with Duke. I love my friends, my classes, my living situation, my love life, my research position, my fitness routine, this gorgeous campus and the Carolina weather, yet I puke my guts out every night in the dorm bathroom. I am all of a sudden terrified of gaining weight and not finding love before graduating Duke. Maybe it's not him, it's me. Maybe if I was a bit thinner and went out a few more nights a week, I'd meet that special someone. It's silly, and purging is dangerous, and I know better. Feeling utterly trapped.