My very intimate memoir accounting my existence with anorexia.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Oh life
I'm now starving strictly to prove a fucking point. To make people worry. Well if everyone in my life is too fucking dumb to realize I'm drownigg here I'll make it easy for them. Maybe they'll realize that something is wrong when I collapse to the fucking floor in front of their faces. Then, when they ask why or what's wrong? "Oh, now you fucking care. Go to fucking hell."
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Alright
I've been fucking up. And I'm gaining weight. This isn't a long post it's just admitting that I'm failing so that I'll stop running and avoiding this blog. I'm sorry everyone. I was doing so good but in classic William form, I'm fucking it all up and proving to be a failure.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Random thought
The application I use to track my weight has spinning numbers, like on a slot machine you know? Sometimes I wish it would go all the way around past the numbers to letters that way I could just enter *spins* F *spins* A *spins* T
FAT
Thank fucking god you can spell better than you can do this you FAT FUCK.
FAT
Thank fucking god you can spell better than you can do this you FAT FUCK.
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