(Can You Feel My Heart -- Bring Me the Horizon)

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Note to self;

Dear Jessie,
In case you weren't already aware, you can not eat anything else today.
You went way over your limit, and you didn't even stop.
You're fat, your thighs are lard balloons, and your arms are wings.
Too bad they could never get your fat ass off the ground.
Two pounds, at least, is what you gained today.
It can take up to two days to loose that much, and you consumed that in a few hours?
What the HELL is your problem?
Are you fat AND dumb?
Ha, that answer is obvious.
You better not eat tomorrow, because not making your goal on Monday for the third week in a row IS NOT AN OPTION.
That razor needs to stay in your drawer, FUCKING UNDERSTAND?
Water, that's all you need, and air.
You can't have what you want looking like how you look.
It's grotesque. You heard what that girl said in the hall, and you weigh more than that.
Don't be more of a failure, fatty.

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