WITHOUT A SOUND, SHE TOUCHES ME.
I'm full. Full, full, full. Fuck having nice friends who don't mind spending money to get you a side of french fries. Fuck friends. Fuck leaving the house. Fuck people around. FUCK FUCK FUCK.
I feel SO full. I need to purge. NEED, need, need. But my parents are in the living room. I need to move out. I'm an independent person and I need to move out. I want to live ALL BY MYSELF. No roomates. No parents. No one around. Just me. So I am free to purge or sleep or eat or do whatever the hell I want.
I can't wait to get the money I need to get my hands on some more drugs. The only thing that helps my self-control anymore. The kind where I couldn't even eat if I wanted to.
I wish my mind wasn't consumed with FOOD. Honestly. Why should something that you "need" for survival end up killing a person? Oh, the irony.
I feel SO full. I need to purge. NEED, need, need. But my parents are in the living room. I need to move out. I'm an independent person and I need to move out. I want to live ALL BY MYSELF. No roomates. No parents. No one around. Just me. So I am free to purge or sleep or eat or do whatever the hell I want.
I can't wait to get the money I need to get my hands on some more drugs. The only thing that helps my self-control anymore. The kind where I couldn't even eat if I wanted to.
I wish my mind wasn't consumed with FOOD. Honestly. Why should something that you "need" for survival end up killing a person? Oh, the irony.