Escape

Get me out of this body. I want to transcend the physical world and drift lazily somewhere in between dead and alive. Comfortably snug in my thin skeletal shape. Allow myself to break free and become a goddess. I believe it, It CAN happen. As each pound drops off and disappears into oblivion, my soul will become stronger, vibrant, alive, resilient. If I can gain control over the substances that enter and weld into my body like sick lumps I will be powerful. It's so worth it.
I'm nothing but a pawn now but I will become a queen

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INTAKE: 
- pepperoni stick- 60
- pancake- 200
- cantaloupe- 120

so far: approx. 380

I REALLY want this to be my only meal of the day ... we'll have to put my evasive skills to the test during dinner time and see ;)

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I abhor her. She's lazy, unmotivated, and slow. She wears too much makeup and still can't even achieve a vague imitation of the person she wants to be. She dreams in vivid colour but her world is monochromatic. She's fat. It coats her stomach, legs, arms, and piles up on her face. Every syllable is accompanied with a synchronized cheek jiggle. Fat wraps around her throat like a wreath of holy.

I hate her. I hate this. I will change.