Today.
Today I will be good. I will be, I promise.
I’m going to do everything my parents ask of me. I’m going to get all the college work done that I can. I’m going to drink all the green tea I can hold. I’m not going to eat. I’m not going to eat. I’m not going to eat. I’m not going to eat. I. Am. Not. Going. To. Eat.
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Anonymous asked: Have you stopped posting pics?
Pictures of myself? For the moment, yes. I want to get myself under control before I bear myself to the world. I feel so inadequate posting pictures of myself when everyone else on my dash is doing so much better :(
I can’t wait.
I can’t wait until all these godforsaken exams are over, and I have time to be myself again.
I keep thinking about all the things I’m going to do.
I’m going to put together a coherent diet plan, trying to keep myself under 500 cals intake per day.
I’m creating an excersise plan, where I want to work out for at least an hour a day.
I’m going to fill all my spare time with getting thin. Finally, I can do this.
27 days to go.
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I’d love to have a different name. I don’t like my own, it sounds all wrong. I’d love to be called Violet.
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This is what I do. I push people away, and they always get sick of bring pushed and jump.
