Connie

I've changed, and I'm only human. I'll sit here with coffee from Starbucks whilst you blunder your way through reality.

Bye.

Monday, September 28, 2009

One wish.



Bright lights, star struck
Don't beat yourself up
Cause everytime you touch
I smart

I am seriously sick of bothering about how fat I am.
I want to sew my mouth shut so I can't eat anymore.
You don't know how depressing it is to eat and cry cause you can never fit nicely into a pair of jeans cause you have fat legs.

I'm talking to Heathcliff and Cathy.

Call me later.

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