Overload.

I need to loose weight.
Fast.
I'll go anorexic I don't care I just
want it gone.
ALL of it.

I don't want to be like this anymore.

I feel disgusting.

Self-Conscious.

Ugly.

Huge.

I'll stop complaining and do SOMETHING.

I need to.

I think I've finally reached that point.

I've reached it before but I just indulged

myself with more food 'cause I felt so bad.

Naw, I'm for sure doing something.

Nobody has ever called me a 2 foot

500 pound girl.

I bawled.

I bawled so hard.

I broke.

Over that?

Wouldn't you?

I guess I'm just mad I let myself get this big.

Oh. I'm not 500.

I think that's what clicked.

I didn't eat yesterday.

Just drank water.

AND went running at night.

I felt as if I was gonna collapse.

My body isn't used to it.

I need this.

So bad.

p.s food is now officially my enemy.

gah.