hands where made for hitting

i purged three times today. miss m for the win. nawt.
so why bother recounting what i ate. because obv it was a disaster.
i fucking hate it. i have to stop throwing up. i'm going to fuck my teeth.
i'm going to fuck my body up.
*whatever* *hair flip*
i need to be eating minimal amounts of nutritive calories.
at specific times.
from my safe foods.
i know this.
i have always known this.
what the fuck is my problem.
is it my imagination or did Nike have this slogan; 'just do it'
that's it: just do it. no exscuses. just do it.

Freja Beha. Ah, that chiselled jaw.
Those twiglike legs.
Total androgenous dreamboat.

Wow. So small.
This reminds me of lying on the floor of the Louvre.
Ah, to be 16 and hopelessly in love again.
Fuck ;)
*now shut-up and stop eating*