No one fucking understands.
There are only two important things to me. That’s it. Film and getting thin. Those are the only things that matter to me anymore. No one fucking understands that. I don’t care about any of that other shit that other people do. It’s not important. It kills me that I’m not skinny. By the end of this summer, I will be thin. I can’t do this shit anymore. It’s so important to me, but you can’t tell when you look at me. I’m going to get thin, I’m going to get to a size zero and I’m going to get that fucking thigh gap. If it doesn’t happen by the end of this summer than I’m going to do something. I don’t know what, but it won’t be any good.
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