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Christmas blows. word.
As Paton says: "Christmas blows!" Fuck this family, fuck my life, fuck Oakley ( Read more... ) -
...but I'm not good enough to be Bulimic.
I'm back in this cycle where I just don't give a fuck about purging anymore. I'm not talented enough, or should I say strong enough, to will the food back up. I'm a failure at being bulimic ( Read more... ) -
Who touched me or is it all in my head?
Last night I hung out with Gino, or Gina Regina. Homosexuals and their nicknames. We just drove to Barns and Nobles bookstore and smoked a cigarette. Ian's girl drove up with Amber sitting in the passenger side. It's Amber and Amber. Yay. I couldn't tell if she was stoned or pilled-out. Gino and I had to leave cause we were just so damn cold. We ( Read more... ) -
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I woke up this morning and the first thing I thought about was PANCAKES! Oh the bliss of morning pancakes. For the entire time I was bulimic here at my mom and step dads house all I binged on was pancakes. No body ate them, plus the box of pancake mix lasted forever. That same box is still here. LOL But I had stuff to do today. Binging and purging ( Read more... ) -
life as we know it is about to end
What's hard about having bulimia, or any time of disorder, is being at the place where it all began. I hate this house that my mom and step dad live at. I seriously would burn it down to the ground. I feel like Jenny in "Forest Gump" when she walks up to the house where her father molested her. I want to go home so bad. This isn't my home. It's so ( Read more... )
