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Welcome♥

i hope you like oranges. and kiwis.
and lemons.and oranges.
i like oranges. they're really pretty. and nice.like goldfishes. and the sun.


Location

Floating in dreamland. where all the foods are imaginary.
and all the people are nice.
And even if they weren't we could always wake up.

Oneday.

tomorrow. (maybe)

The Girl



>>is way too fat.


Height: 5'7"
CW: 106 (47.7kg) D:
HW: 119


Old Goals: 112!

GW1: 110! (50)
by 23 mar


GW2: 107 (48.5)
by 31 mar

REACHED!
(11 Nov)

GW3: 105 (47.5)
by 20 Nov


GW4: 103 (46.5/47)
by 31 Nov


GW5: 100 (45.5)
by 31 Dec



UGW: 99 (45)


UUGW: 97

UUGW: to be ethereal. weightless. like those beautifully crafted paper dolls and the air.


Other Goals:

10K REACHED!
21K REACHED!
42K
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Friday, October 7, 2011

do you want to get better?
what is better?

can't sleep.
i've been tasting these weird metallic tinge every morning, coupled with palpitations.
go that jittery feeling. nauseating, sick.
and feet are always cold. and i've gotten into this habit of scalding baths.
they'd be fine if it wasn't for the frequency and the sort of compulsive,addictive nature of it.
started off as 1, then 2, now 3 and on non-school days, 4, or as many as i can sneak in without anyone calling me out. feels numb
the depravity of the human spirit. our crude thrill seeking ways, of perversity.
scares me abit sometimes. until i realise that i'm part of this generation, as much as i try to shun and ignore this fact. truth is i'm not much better.
in trying to escape the system, i have fallen right back into it's grasps.
worse still, i have failed in it's eyes.

tired. but that's a good thing right?
missing those worry free sleeps, even if they are dreamless and monotonous.

in a fat chubby unicorn we found peace.

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