Under a bridge (the story of suburban oddity)

I am the author of the best-selling book "How to be a Cliche Asshole"



mental illness runs in the family


"you were born not of man, it was the moon that bore you."

constant sinner.
i can feel my sleeping pill kick in, i am so thankful for those little fuckers, sleep is something i do very very well. when i sleep,  no one can look at all the fat all over my body, mainly because i hide under a mountain of blankets because i’m always freezing fucking cold. (except today because i ate the whole goddamn kitchen) anyway i’m off to bed now. night guys, see ya in the AM (: 

i can feel my sleeping pill kick in, i am so thankful for those little fuckers, sleep is something i do very very well. when i sleep,  no one can look at all the fat all over my body, mainly because i hide under a mountain of blankets because i’m always freezing fucking cold. (except today because i ate the whole goddamn kitchen) anyway i’m off to bed now. night guys, see ya in the AM (: 

restricted for five days, binged like a motherfucker today.

i ate:

nachos

nachos

2 bagels

cereal

naked juice

low fat icecream

half a box of cheezits covered in pasta sauce.

God i hate this illness!!!!!! why can’t i just eat like a normal person? at least i’m getting help, hopefully they’ll finish my meal plan by tuesday