Emotional Bulimia

I've decided to give my personal issues the name "emotional bulimia". I gorge myself on low self-esteem, self doubt and self loathing. Then, once I've internalized all the crap I can stand I find a way to purge in the most unhealthy way possible.
When I was younger it was self-mutilation. Yes, I was a "cutter" before it was cool. Today I can usually judge my stress level by the number of fingernails that have had their cuticles ripped out down to the knuckle.
When I got older it was promiscuous sex. I let guys treat me like a doormat because I felt like a doormat. I would seek out dangerous situations in the hopes that I would be one of those girls you hear about on the news. In high school I let a guy pick me up from the bus stop. He claimed to be a new student who needed directions. It turns out he was, but he still hit the "easy chick" jackpot. I met a Marine at a bar and left with him and his friend.
I haven't purged in a long time. I'm either feeling better about myself, found a better way to deal with my pent up emotions or I'm due to blow like Mount St. Helens. For the record I hope it is one of the first two.