Well, let's see. After my last post, I made /the/ call. The call to my moms best friend that I was going to finnally commit suicide.
She talked me down, thank god.
I'm doing okay. Haven't seen Andres or Angelique. And I honestly \don't care.
Back down to 146.2
Can't stop thinking about that sexy boney bitch I'm gonna be when I can fit into a swim suit and not be all gross and flabby.
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