clubmix1996

This tea I'm drinking tastes like dirt and oil, but it's supposed to increase my metabolism so whatever. I hope it doesn't raise my heart rate. I don't wanna die now over trying to loose a couple of pounds! Hahahaha!


Heart murmurs and eating disorders
This is how I am when these things happen. They pull me in and out like a fucking tide. If you know what i mean... Sick and loving it, b/c without it i don't exist. This is who i am and i won't change. I don't want to. I am this and there is no word or diagnosis for it, so fuck doctors and those. I can't be in this without them and i exist now and forever, like a linear fire cracker. I'm a roaring blank black light. I am you face in the night. Staring at your home, and it shatters. It so fucking perverse, it disgusts me and i wanna fucking puke. And then there you and i stand, nothing to do but wait until this life rots away like millions before us and then some afterwords. Shake a tree, wait for god. Then curse his name when he stands you up again. Leave it behind, forget realism and fall in to the the bright pink flesh eating screen. Pussy Dive. There will be I... the loan beaver stuck in a moon shoe.