I wish I could eat all the food in the world and remain my shape… or be fitter. If I wish I’ll do it as I want to.
I’m kind of sad because tomorrow I dont’t have to go to rehab because It was transforming for me into a daily chance to dress up nicely and go for a little walk. Hmmm
I’m eating sooooo badly since I went to Madrid last week. Also, I destroyed my stomach with pills and the electro-acupuncture and now I torn between “I’m gonna die if I eat someting” and “I ate a whole pizza”
Yeeezasz Christ it is just insaneeee!
So, I have a lot of work to do, a stomach that is decomposing because I’m kind of scared about my hand (‘cause did I tell you that I fucked it up?) and the treatments I’m needing to recover it and also I have a slightly desire of murdering someone.
I want to fucking do what I planned for this months. Fucking fuck fuck.