bullshit.
this will happen for me. nothing, nobody is ever there. i am all alone. they do not understand me at all. nobody does. i am unique. not a statistic. ok?! i am going to starve. i failed today.
but i will use my plan.
food is for quiters.
and i am not a quiter. i keep goin even when it is impossibly hard. that stomach pain, is called control. that sharp sting in your stomach, is called strength. dumb bitch.
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