I bought diet pills and water pills today. I spent $80 at the health food store. Go Ephedra! And I jacked some painkillers. So I'll be okay on sleep.

Good night nobody.

No one reads this. I think that's why I write it.

Anyway, I'm down to 120.

My goal is 100.
Give me three weeks.

It's eight o'clock in the morning.
And I just puked.

I can't get him out of my head. I find myself almost wishing I am prego with his kid so I have some sort link to him. How psycho is that? I don't love Matt. I can't see myself ever loving him. I don't even get butterflies when he texts me and I don't look forward to seeing him. I'm just going through the motions. I'm being cute when I'm supposed to ( Read more... )

I feel pregnant.

howthefuckdidigainapound?

Keep talking, whore.
See where it fucking gets you.

Weirrrd. I have bad thoughts about my old best friend. I never thought I'd be one of those girls.

I borrowed a bunch of Kelli's pants today. Mine are falling off. They're a size twelve. I'm down to four. Dope, right?

I can't stop shaking. But what's new, right? I'm going on a hunger strike till he fucking gets it through his head.

I know you're trying ot be an asshole to make this easier. But you're not helping. You've been great about most of this. You really have. You've been helpful and you've had the clarity I can't seem to grasp. The last person to anyone through a breakup is the guilty ex. But his are really the only words I can hear right now. Everyone seems like they ( Read more... )