Status: Writing As Needed.
Letters To Ana
Merry Fat-Mas
Ana,
So, today is Christmas eve. Tomorrow will be binge day, to eat in front of everyone and make them believe I'm 'getting better'. I hate this, the lying. I'm eating right now, as I write this, I'm over due for a major workout... I promise I will... After everyone is asleep...
I completed my fifty hours, well almost, I had two glasses of water over the time... but, am I good enough yet? I'm still fat, this new years, I'll get away with it this time.
This time I really will starve to death...
I guess it's just a polite way to commit suicide, isn't it?
Merry Christmas...
Me.
So, today is Christmas eve. Tomorrow will be binge day, to eat in front of everyone and make them believe I'm 'getting better'. I hate this, the lying. I'm eating right now, as I write this, I'm over due for a major workout... I promise I will... After everyone is asleep...
I completed my fifty hours, well almost, I had two glasses of water over the time... but, am I good enough yet? I'm still fat, this new years, I'll get away with it this time.
This time I really will starve to death...
I guess it's just a polite way to commit suicide, isn't it?
Merry Christmas...
Me.