If you need to ask, you'll never know, but if you know, you need only to ask.
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.
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.
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?