Stayed to around 500 cals. Worked out hard for only half an hour because I started to get dizzy. :( No excuse. Going hard tomorrow... or "today"
Why I am really here today unfortunately has nothing to do with being beautiful or weigh loss. No. Just found out that all of my friends have been hanging out with Sam. What. The. Fuck. I cried. Hard. I was turning the corner of sleepiness but when I confided in my friend who is "always honest" he confessed that he too had hung out with Sam since the demise of our relationship... Fucking burned. I started crying. Panic attack ensued. Followed by some deep cutting and punching of those cuts. Blood still on knuckles. The panic attack gave me a hit of adrenaline. Too much. The cutting too. Decided to put on some clothes and go to Starbucks because they were opening in approximately 30 minutes. I look like shit. I don't care. I use my fake glasses to cover it up. A cute hipster beanie to hide the oil and frizz of my hair. Leggings to hide the cuts. Got in the car, lit up my last cigarette and went to buy a new pack. Now here I am. I have not ordered yet. Because these slags don't know how to properly "open" their place of business. It is now 6am and they are not done cleaning, setting up pastries or displays. I seriously feel like I work here. It's pathetic.
My best friend. My best fucking friend was hanging out with Sam and txting him. What the fuck. I call her out on it, very gently to inquire why and she loses her shit. Now it's my fault. Fuck her. Fuck this city. Fuck Sam. I seriously have a deep hate for every friend I have ever made. Aside from the girls from recovery. They have not betrayed me like that. Haven't been given the proper chance, I suppose.
Time for coffee.
Although, I am not done. This is going to be a Zuckerberg/Eisenberg type of blog rant, only less intelligent and filled with much more cursing and stupidness. For example, my use of the word stupidness. Sweet, I'm not the first indoor customer. I will get my coffees now. No sweets. Sweets are for fatties.
tall soy peppermint mocha with no whip because dairy is the goddamn devil. Christmas music is playing in this place. I love Christmas, but I am going to be a complete ass about it this year. I will enjoy my family ... okay so I won't be an ass, I just feel pissed right now. I wish I had the stones to say Erica Albreit is a bitch, just like The Social Network's version of Mark Zuckerberg did. But Erica Albreit is fictional and therefore easy to use her real name, call her a bitch, insult her bra size and make a crack about her last name. What shall I say about the best friend? Thanks for being there for me during my breakup like I was there for you during ALL of yours... oh wait... you weren't. Thanks for always being honest with me about the little things... fuck, you didn't do that either. Thanks for not needing to be the center of fucking attention with every male we have ever encountered... wait a second... you have been. Thanks for not holding my boyfriend's hand because you were lonely and "scared" while watching a movie with him at your house... well, fuck me sideways, you did that too. Fuck you. You're a selfish, ego-centric bitch and you don't deserve the man that you are with. You're a mean girl, a bitch, a back-stabber, shit-talker and I whole-heartedly regret every time I ever stood up for you. Sam wrote that entry about you. The one about the person who so full of shit and he can see right through you... yeah it's about you, sweetheart. Moving half-way across the country is not far enough away from you. Fuck off and die you fucked up slag.
Depression is a bitch and I have been off my meds for too long. I don't mean a thing of what I just wrote. I just needed to say it to get every whim of an emotion I've had in the last hour to come out.
Sam, sweetheart, handsome, dear sweet and loving man... you have ruined my life. Completely. Totally and without second thought. You ruined me. You destroyed us. And you killed me inside and all over. You ruined me.
Alright, dear readers, if you have hung on this long, you deserve every single ounce of this thinspiration. Go hard today, loves. Starve on. Drink water. Work out. Restrict. Get through it. Do your best not to slip up.We are better than the fat on our bodies and we will be weightless, thin, and free one day. <3
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