do the hellen keller, and talk with your hips.



i fail at keeping up with this thing. its almost been two months. holy hell. a lot of shits been going on. i dont know what to do with my life. its freezing. im tired, so i should go to bed.

"it all comes," said rabbit sternly, "of eating too much. i thought at the time." said rabbit, "only i didnt like to say antything," said rabbit. "that one of us was eating too much," said rabbit. "and i knew it wasnt me," he said.

oh, but it is me. i eat way to fucking much. and im fat. not getting any smaller. im going to start using this thing religiously and write down what i eat every day. i had that app on facebook once, and i was doing okay. then went camping and it went to hell. hopefully this works. i hate being big. ugly. fat. sick.

well, im tired. and i have to get up in sixish hours. and ive got my fucking period. ugh. tonight will be tons of fun, not.

right now, right this very moment... start eating better. and/or starve. fast. who the hell knows. i want to fit into a medium comfortably at least. i dont want to be soooo small, thats sick. a good holly/chan size. theyre decent. even ashley smith or jacie. theyve both got a little chub, but cute. and tinyish. hell, even steph. EFFFFFFF MY LIFE!