I wish I was still little, back when I could eat whatever the fuck I wanted and I didn't care.
I knew I was fat, but I ate anyways.
...I cried about it sometimes, but still; I want food so bad right now.
My dad asked me if I'd like Subway or something, but I said no.
I planned my dinner already, and it's happening at, like, six...
Or probably a little before.
I have a feeling I'm going to binge, and I'm terrified...
It's only been three days, I'm so weak.
I didn't even want to get out of bed this morning.
...I still want pancakes.
LIFE ALERT, PLEASEEEEE.
I laughed so hard after reading your comment... And I don't even know why. x3
I need to finish my homework, I'm almost done finally. :P
...And chewing&spitting a granola bar sounds so good right now.