It's sad cuz I dunno how many of you still exist out there.. Hearing my cries. My fat filled cries.. It's like fuck !! Lose the weight already.. I thought you had a beating disorder.. I do. I am disordered. But I'm learning to hide it behind an even better smoke, especially now since school is done.
It's ducked up because I had a perfect body and I wasted it. Now telling Seth after he fixed my size0 sister that I once had a body is like telling him I once had a penis...
I don't know why I can't let go of him. I don't think he wants me to either. Lately he's been so sweet. He finally took me out to eat and he did two times in a week. We haven't even argued in about a week. I don't know what the fuck to do. The only way I know how to get over my fucking insecurities is to lose the god damned weight. The fastest way possible. Summer is practically here. I just went good shopping and now that I'm thinking about it, it's a fucking waste... I should have stocked up on water and coffee... Ugh I feel like I'm venting to a blank wall now. Emptiness is about to kick it, I swear. Is this what a B.A. Is all about?
Ps : for the record... It's Angelina Jolie's birthday... I think
...fucking Geminis...
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