March 2012
23 posts
February 2012
47 posts
“a man can live and be healthy without killing animals for food; therefore, if he...”
stop telling me to eat more.
stop telling me im no not healthy.
stop telling me im stupid.
stop telling me what to eat.
stop telling me what not to eat.
stop telling me i need to lose more weight.
stop telling me who i am.
and mainly let me be me.
My life isn’t what it should be.
Now weighing 64.7 kgs. Slowly getting there.
Praying my boobs go, just a few cup sizes
Crying doesn’t even help, so why do I bother?
I’ll just stick to keeping every fucking thing to myself
And I don’t even remember your name
Laying in bed trying to piece my life out. It’s not going to good.
Do I travel?
Do I move?
Do I work?
Do I study?
Am I even good at anything?
Will I fail?
Will I be happy?
Will I ever get married?
Will anyone ever want me?
And on that last question, not just want to touch me, but want to get inside my head, be apart of my life?
Because as far as everyone else knows I’m the...
Real artists have the ability to make you feel. They’re able to show you something that might have otherwise been missed - a moment, a ritual, a celebration. And you have a reaction. That’s the whole point of it, right? To feel.
Wish I wasn’t such a fat shit
