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i'm about to whine and bitch and moan. prepare.
it seems that 98% of the people i love and care about are crazy, dysfunctional, and self destructive. i'm listening to a girl i love so much talk about her bulimia. how she doesn't even have to use her hands anymore. down from 150 to 120 and shooting for 105. but then she'll get help because she knows it really isn't a good thing.
no irony intended, but i want to throw up. everywhere. i want to vomit this world up and float into the galaxy, where there isn't enough oxygen for me to think about emotion or death.
it seems that 98% of the people i love and care about are crazy, dysfunctional, and self destructive. i'm listening to a girl i love so much talk about her bulimia. how she doesn't even have to use her hands anymore. down from 150 to 120 and shooting for 105. but then she'll get help because she knows it really isn't a good thing.
no irony intended, but i want to throw up. everywhere. i want to vomit this world up and float into the galaxy, where there isn't enough oxygen for me to think about emotion or death.