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Monday, 23 August 2010 @ 01:41
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I have insecurity issues. I desperately wish I could tell you they were about my body my thighs my flabs my arms my face my hair my nose lips breasts eyes skin height posture and how fucking fat I am but oh my god, I can't.

It's what's on the inside that counts

And all of my inside reeks of pungent self-loathing.





Notice how often I tell you I feel empty, hollow, detached?

You're looking at bulimia of the soul, honey. I've been purging myself of me.











This has got to end.