{fucking FAT FAT FAT}
I've realized something. I love myself there. That is why I want to get back so badly. There... it's always about the drama, the nerves and it's always hot. I stop eating, I'm always so nervous that I don't even care about food. I've just taken a look at some of my pics from Turkey... gosh, have you ever seen me thinner and more beautiful than I was there??
Hey, sister, you don't get it. I don't love Turkish hotels, I don't even like those turks I go there for. I love MYSELF there. I stop eating, I lose weight and start being soooo incredibly hot and wanted, I've never been...
What about this place? Well, I am happy now. Maybe that's why I can't stop eating, because as soon as I do, my mood gets low and on the contrast with happiness it sucks soo fucking much, I wanna kill myself or just start back eating. You're saying you've gained weight? Believe I will too. And a lot.
I can't be happier now that I have found my love, but please... I think I've never felt more depressive than I am now. I know that I lost my right to go train because of this fucking freaken injury, so now that I'm happy I eat-eat-eat and there is no more training availible... How lucky is that?
I wanna get back. Get back there, feel nervous and all super-dramatic and stop eating, lose weight, smoke and look like a fucking princess again. The hot-hot-super-hot drama queen...
But I can't get back, so I hate myself, things are only gonna get worse I know...( I'm gonna get fatter, he's gonna hate me too and no more kissy-kissy, I'll be back alone and I will just have to come back there because no one will ever fucking like me when I'm freaken ugly and fat. fuck fuck fuck fuck I hate it
Frankly I can't even believe he finds me attractive. That's impossible
Hey, sister, you don't get it. I don't love Turkish hotels, I don't even like those turks I go there for. I love MYSELF there. I stop eating, I lose weight and start being soooo incredibly hot and wanted, I've never been...
What about this place? Well, I am happy now. Maybe that's why I can't stop eating, because as soon as I do, my mood gets low and on the contrast with happiness it sucks soo fucking much, I wanna kill myself or just start back eating. You're saying you've gained weight? Believe I will too. And a lot.
I can't be happier now that I have found my love, but please... I think I've never felt more depressive than I am now. I know that I lost my right to go train because of this fucking freaken injury, so now that I'm happy I eat-eat-eat and there is no more training availible... How lucky is that?
I wanna get back. Get back there, feel nervous and all super-dramatic and stop eating, lose weight, smoke and look like a fucking princess again. The hot-hot-super-hot drama queen...
But I can't get back, so I hate myself, things are only gonna get worse I know...( I'm gonna get fatter, he's gonna hate me too and no more kissy-kissy, I'll be back alone and I will just have to come back there because no one will ever fucking like me when I'm freaken ugly and fat. fuck fuck fuck fuck I hate it
Frankly I can't even believe he finds me attractive. That's impossible