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Clouds in my head // I’m so dizzy // I can not help but love it
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“You’re beautiful” But I’m not so
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Wrists like a sickly angel
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Is it too much to ask for or too much to work for? Ask yourself that question darling.
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Sweater / Weather / Looks / Better / On / Skinny
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Pretty (and skinny) in pink
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Waiting is getting too hard. What will weight mean to me when I die tonight?
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A girl today thought I was staring at her phone, so she picked it up and moved.
Little does she know I was staring at her salad because I haven’t eaten in 19 hours.
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I ate trail mix this morning and I think I’m going to throw up
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I ate for the first time in four days yesterday and had a panic attack.
I don’t think I can do this.
On a side note, my hair is pink now.
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Pretty (and skinny) in pink
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Eating is much easier knowing I can stick a finger in my throat
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Two pounds lighter than this morning.
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I woke up with a new lowest weight.
It’s a good day already.
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So I’m not perfect yet. But I’ve gotten to a point where I told myself I can do it.
I made the appointment for three days from now.
Day 16:
I’ve created a goal for myself;
I leave for college in four months.
If I can lose 30 pounds by then, I’ll be at my ultimate goal.
Then, I can dye my hair like I’ve wanted to for years.
I’ll save up the money,
Drive into the city,
Get it done professionally.
But only if I can pull it off.
I know that right now,
My neck is too wide for that color
My shoulders aren’t delicate enough
My stomach grabs too much attention
My thighs are too distracting.
So once I deem myself pretty enough for pink,
I’ll allow myself to dye.
And if I don’t,
Maybe I’ll allow myself to
(Die)
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