keeps telling me that I must eat. That does not accept the fact that I want to fast, like losing weight, should be perfect. He does not want me to destroy. But did not understand that I have already destroyed . And he can not help it. I have a sick mind, scarred by the disease. There are up to their ears in this abyss and not want to get out. point. Nor did he manage to change my mind. The feeling I get when I have an empty stomach, when I kill you exercise, when the damn scale marks a kilo less, do not feel at any other time. Even when I'm with him. They are two different feelings, happiness are two very opposite. And I prefer fast and lose weight, and be so happy. And I do not care more than anything, and fuck you. I want to be as light as a butterfly, I want to be as perfect as I see those adorable models on TV or in newspapers, I want to be lean, perfect.
Michela.
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