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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.


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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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Monday, March 23, 2015

off the deep end.
i dont know how we came to this.
i guess we've always been this way.
yet another laundromat routine.

load. wash. rinse. and repeat.
self deception makes for good fodder.
as does deprecation

its always much easier to agree and give in

and then the beast of jealousy roars its ugly head.
when cornered, with nowhere left to run.
not really.

it creeps up, in innocent glimpses of something better.
i wish. if only.

what does it feel to be deeply unhappy?

barbiturates. 30mg.
carbon. hydrogen x3. oxygen. hyrdrogen.
load. gargle. swallow. repeat.


and we'll be off to a better place.


misery needs no company.
just isolation.

cause if we repeat those lies enough
somewhere in between we'll start to believe in them ya?


i haven't thought about it for a long long time.
and there's something inherently wrong when

just a combination of pandoras, cassies, and stonems
something that probably you'll never know anayway.

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