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A mystery.

I can’t control who comes in and out of my life
but I can control what comes in and out of my body. This poem is about bulimia.

One of my poems.

Who says skinny is the only sexy?

First paragraph to a story I never wrote.

How do they say, if you can’t say something nice… etc but I suppose that rule never really applies when you’re talking about me. Over the past few weeks I have been thinking, dreaming, and attempting to end my life but all I seem to hear is the same trash and never, I suppose angels singing. She’s Singing Now is me waiting for the fat lady to sing so I can finally leave this place… if only pretty girls would sing to me SIGH.

The tasty treat that I, for one, believe can not be beat!

About a man.

Sadness about Diets and weight.