to answer you question, P, i don't want to be in a competition. i've done that before&it all went to shit. i'd rather not explain further. kapeesh?
also, i'm having a hard time saying anything to the people who are recovering. i'm not happy for them. i should be, but i'm not. how does someone switch over that fast? i know i'm being a brat, but i don't appreciate recovery. it doesn't make any sense to me right now. can anybody relate to that? i'm not heartless, i'm glad they're getting whatever it is they want, but i can't bring myself to pat them on the back yet.
in other news, i've got to write an essay today on a story i don't understand. cheers for wikipedia. wiki helps with my english homework tremendously. oh&500 crunches were only to make me feel better yesterday. exercise for me is sometimes more of an inside thing. so there you go. oh, i almost forgot.
thinspo for you:
or:
who told her to wear white? how rude. i guess black might not have helped much anyway.
stay strong, lovelies. we're going to be so pretty, small, delicate.
xoxo
zette