i wish my boyfriend would stop taking me for granted.

i don't want to get out of bed. i don't want to work. i don't want to do anything.

haven't been around this week. looks like i missed a lot. i on the other hand and boring and lame an nothing has changed. seriously NOTHING. missed you guys.

saturday pizza  feeding frenzy begins. UGH.
i hate this part of work the most and that's saying a lot. like a lot a lot.

i'm hungry.
 FUCK!

i needs to get down to 200 a day. i'm such a fat bitch.

i want tuna
and peaches
and everything in the world
i want to eat
i'm such a fat load

i'm not a saint but i'm not a sinner
and everythings cool as long as i'm getting thinner

i don't care if it hurts
i wanna have control
i want a perfect body
i want a perfect soul

when did i become so obnoxious?
what's it about you that makes me act like this?

when i look at myself in the mirror a good part of me just wants to say
"BLAH BLAH BLAH DRAMA QUEEN!"

oh god. i hate myself. i'm such a fuck up. i have no direction. i feel so alone. no one knows what's really happening with me.
i want a drug
i want to feel something other that how insecure i am.
i'm so dumb, why can't i spell
all i have are my disorders. learning and eating (past and present)
i can't live with out you anymore ana, my friend.
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