Past few days all I have had has been coffee salad and soups. Good stuff. Truvia sweetener for coffee. Dipshit is convinced his marriage is going to work this time. Fuck it. I have myself. I need to workout and get back to me anyway. Sex is my favorite cardio though... so... yeah. Back to running and jump rope in the sauna suit. Fuck. This blog is my bloody spilled open honesty. I love it. Half of my cares and wants his marriage to work, because maybe the third time is the charm but the dark side is laughing over a glass of wine already because she knows it will fail. Dark side Emma is so much more confident. And harsh on me the way I need her to be. Going to sleep a bit bitter. Angry. I just got rejected, but only in my own mind. I way past due on sleep. Here goes. Tomorrow coffee salad and MAYBE soup.
Get thin or die trying <3
Starve on loves.
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| the body we all want |
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| the touch we all crave |
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| i will be her one day. i will be perfect enough for you to see me and see your mistake in leaving me |
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