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I'm not sad about the way I look anymore. The past few days were strange. The caloric obsessions. The exercise. The fear of eating full meals. The fear of fat.
Right now my arms and legs are slick with sunscreen, though I barely went out in the sun. I am smearing sunscreen--oh the grease, the grease--onto my laptop. I tried crossing my legs, but they just slide off of each other.
I am talking with Ruichen. Another small love. I think he doesn't intimidate me anymore.
Right now my arms and legs are slick with sunscreen, though I barely went out in the sun. I am smearing sunscreen--oh the grease, the grease--onto my laptop. I tried crossing my legs, but they just slide off of each other.
I am talking with Ruichen. Another small love. I think he doesn't intimidate me anymore.