First decision: try not to ever go to bed in this condition!
That is, how?!
like crazy hysterical, full of guilt for a mini slice of margherita to betray him and swallow does not reject the moments after.
It 'time to stop these binges .. it's time to take the reins of this body to scatafascio .. why can not we?!
"Even eight pounds" keep telling myself ... and after another eight will be happy, I will be among the stars serene, and if I just do not care, this is MY gilded cage, a gold rotten, and no me can take her.
I delete people's comments I deceive, I persuaded by what I want, I re-set-ta-king the fakery.
I stop myself to be influenced by HIM , thereby relieving the problems in swallowing food .... If I did
with physical activity probably fucked now peserei 45 kg and not the thousands of now.
But no, I still eat good that obese are nothing.
quite right my mother.
Loser.
Loser.
Loser.
Nobody ever love me, put your heart in peace, Helen, and focus on yourself, wanting you to save from all the crap that surrounds you to blossom perhaps permanently.
"Even eight pounds" and then fly high, light, light ..
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