I don't have an eating disorder. I don't. I'm just a fat, stupid wanna be. I ask for fucking tips and tricks and shit. If I really had a problem, I'd know how the fuck to lose weight. I'm so god damned stupid and alone.
My friend that, now, I'm trying to recover with, had written a long note about how I'm a horrible friend and how I stopped being her friend once she got pregnant. UUHHH WHAT THE FUCK?!
I've only been there SINCE SHE FOUND OUT SHE WAS PREGNANT! The fuck is her problem?!
But then I stop and think about it..
I'm just stupid. I'm a horrible friend. I'm mean, rude, I judge, I get jealous, I get possessive. Nobody wants to fucking be around me anymore. EVERYONE is DYING to see how my life is going, but nobody wants to be a PART of my life.. everyone hates me. I don't blame a single one of them. I don't trust anybody anymore. I can't. What good does it do? I trust people, they hate the kind of person I am, and they leave. Nobody can stand to be around me. Why should that? I'm a horrible, deadly person.
Oh, speaking of which, when my boyfriend broke up with me, I was going to die two days ago. Thought you guys should know.
Anyways, another rant. These will be here for a few posts now, I'm sure.. I'm just not happy about.. anything, lately..
Well no, I made a new friend. He's really nice, calls me "love" and "sweetie" and likes to rp. He's a great guy. Very good friend.
Fin.
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