
I’m in there somewhere.

If I see anymore freakin’ Hanna Montana posts I’m unfollowing you. Miley Cyrus is not inspirational!

I’m never eating again. Can’t believe she thought she was so amazing writing a self-esteem for girls book. Like she knows anything!
I fucking failed today. Order pizza and pasta and fucked it all up. Ate enough to feed two small families. Drank wine and didn’t go to the gym. Fuck it.
I now punish/reward myself with about three days worth of liquids only… or, at least, just until my boyfriend comes back into town.
When he’s around I don’t need anything… not too much food, no alcohol… just him.
DREAMY.
So hot… back in the day and even now.