Please stop tearing apart my stomach and intestines.
Why did I even start taking you again?
Because I've been craving dessert and pizza and french fries and horrible foods all week.
And I've been giving in to my cravings.
And now I must get rid of everything that's stuck inside me.
I feel fat.
Because I am.
I bought shoes and accessories to go with my clothes binge the other night.
Might as well make it so that I can wear complete outfits...
Spent all day on Polyvore making outfits in preparation for when the clothes arrive.
I hate shopping.
I hate using objects to distract me from how shitty I feel.
I've been depressed and strange all week.
This post isn't even mildly coherent or in any discernible order. But that's how my thinking has been.
I want a goddamned cigarette but my social anxiety has been leading me towards agoraphobia as of late.
Even if I could leave the house without having a panic attack, I don't have a car.
I'd probably die of heatstroke trying to walk to the nearest store.
Not to mention dying of embarrassment from walking.
I wish Florida was more pedestrian friendly - like Chicago or New York.
Time to catch up on blogs.
A bientôt, lovelies.