urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xfallxkissesx xfallxkissesx xfallxkissesx 2006-10-03T06:55:03Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xfallxkissesx:1659 2006-10-03T06:55:03Z 2006-10-03T06:55:03Z Pullin' Me Back>Chingy <center><font face="georgia"><font size="2"><b>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH<br />FUCK FUCK FUCK GOD DAMNIT FUCK<br />I AM COMPLETELY PISSED OFF AT MYSELF<br />AHHHHHHHHHH</b><br /><br />Okay so my family went to Garcia's for dinner, right? I had the perfect excuse as I'd known about it for sometime and started playing ill when I heard about it. I was all set as my parents weren't going to make me eat for being sick. I was fine.<br />BUT<br />OF FUCKING COURSE <br />I HAD TO SCREW UP AND TAKE A BITE<br /><b>GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH</b><br /><br />After that I <i>had</i> to have more. <br /><b><u>I FUCKING GORGED MYSELF UNTIL I WAS SICK.</u><br />GOD IM SO WEAK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />WHAT IS MY PROBLEM?!?!?!</b><br /><br />lskjdfkasjdfkljsdklfjsagkljsdflkjdsaklfjakldsfhgkjsadfhksjdhjkdsfkjhdsklhfskjdfh<br /><br />And of course, after eating like an effing cow I had the audacity to go shopping. <br />Luckily I was so bloated looking after eating that I was disgusted of how my body looked in everything.<br />Serves myself right.<br />God damnit. . .<br /><br /><i>I will pay for this...<br />I swear I will...</i></font></font></center> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xfallxkissesx:1344 2006-10-02T23:40:40Z 2006-10-02T23:40:40Z <a href="http://www.TickerFactory.com/"><br /><img border="0" src="http://tickers.TickerFactory.com/ezt/d/3;31;74;0;1/c/125/t/105/s/150/k/290d/weight.png"></a> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xfallxkissesx:1049 2006-10-02T23:32:30Z 2006-10-02T23:32:30Z Straight Boys>Jeffree Star <center><font face="georgia"><font size="2">Rise and Shine.<br />I feel like shit. I was up till like five am. Now my Dad's pissed at me for being up so late, and my Mother's upset that I didn't get up right away. I feel like a fortune teller.<br /><br />What's worse, she made me make Chocolate chip cookies last night. <br />WHAT<br />THE<br />HELL<br />And it's not like I even had a choice, she actually <b>made</b> me. And I have this terrible craving for one. But I'm good, I can do this.<br /><br />I'm starting my fast today. Water and tea are the only things going past my lips for the next four days. <br />=]Yes.<br />I can do this.<br />Have to be sure to be extra cautious around Dad as he's really suspicous of how much/often I eat. But, once again, <i>I can do this.</i> I'm better than food. I don't need it. I'm going to be perfect. I'm going to be thin. I'm going to have control.<br /><br /> Control.<br /> Control.<br /> Control.<br /> Control.<br /><br /><i>Perfection.</i></font></font></center> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xfallxkissesx:985 2006-10-02T11:04:27Z 2006-10-02T11:04:27Z Lips of An Angel>Hinder <center><font face="georgia"><font size="2">It's now three am and I still can't sleep. <br />It'll be hell tomorrow when my mother's nagging at me to get up, get up, get up.<br />Rawr.<br />Today I really bombed. It was like I couldn't control myself nor talk myself out of anything today.<br />A real let down from yesterday, as I was so proud of myself. . .<br /><br />Lately everyone has been commenting on how much weight I've lost, and I have to admit, it feels <b>fantastic</b> I haven't been this thin since I was twelve. <i>Twelve!</i><br />Yes, it feels great. <br />Also helped when I went clothes shopping the other day. I had a <s>complete</s> paradigm shift. It was like. . . Instead of searching through and trying on all kinds of clothes to find ONE item that looked <i>decent</i>, I was actually contemplating on what looked ^best. It was <b>really</b> wierd.<br /><br />So now I guess I should try to sleep again. God save me from my mother tomorrow morning. =.=</font></font></center>