Saturday, February 5, 2011

Thinking always gets me in trouble...

hey ladies,

why is it that when i get my determination or zeal or whatever back something has to shit on my parade?? i have my "lovely" (read: fucking unwanted horrid shitfuck my life)*ahem*...period. i am a whale and there's no way around it. I'm fasting monday-friday and god help me if i don't make it. i dunno what i'll do. i'm just too fat to be seen. i'm bulging in my "fat pants". i look like my double chin has a double chin.

i don't want to be in this place. why didn't i stop when i could? why do i need this fucking drug?

farewell for now,
Elle

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