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awful day

went to dinner with my French class tonight, when they were asking for numbers it seemed like a great idea.
why the fuck did I consent to that.
I only hate half of my meal (some pepper soup, some salmon, and some mothafuckin chocolate mousse!) so other than the mousse it was probably a healthy meal, and I didn’t even eat all of it.
with every bite I felt myself growing.
fucking mousse.
I tried to Purge when I got home, but I couldn’t. I can’t fucking purge. I’ve only been successful once and I have been trying a lot lately.
I don’t wanna ask for tips because it’s probably better that I don’t figure it out. I mean I’ll feel guilty and panicky after purging… but I feel guilty now.
I’d rather feel guilty and empty then guilty and full.
so fucking full.
so fucking fat.
today was a terrible, terrible day.
gonna cut tonight.
a lot.

I’m a tumblr fail

apparently some of my tags are in completely wrong areas. whoops. guess I can just add blogging to the list of things I suck at. Why do I even bother?