He is perfect. so perfect i must be dreaming. in fact, i am sure i am. the way his lips feel on my neck, the way his laugh sounds, him telling me that he cares for me and sees us together. he says nothing about my weight, except that i am light. that i am easy to carry. that i am gorgeous.
its got to be a dream.
i am like an egg. the external shell is so delicate, that the slightest jolt will cause me to crack and my gooey insides to spill all over the place. he only knows the shell. he doesnt know me.
his name isnt going in the blog. why mention the name of something that will only bring me more grief.
i've lost a few pounds within the last few days. im back to 124..IN MY JEANS!
ive been drinking a TON of water. i want to get rid of my water weight. maybe that will work.
im at the point that id die to be thin. i need to weigh 110 by the time school starts up. thats 14 pounds. in about 20 days.
easier said then done.
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