if i have to make a new account again i am going to punch a baby.
again.
anyway.
it is me.
PLAYTASTIC, and PROBLIMATIQUE.
you can tell because all of my names are capitalized.
what can i say.
i enjoy the attention.
okay.
i guess to some degree thats a lie.
i love to be told, “darling, you look so thin.”
i like to see in the mirror the hip bones press up against my skirt.
i like to feel the bones in my shoulders cutting into my hand.
i like everything to scream to me thin. so much that i am seen, that i am envied.
but at the same time my heart stops every time i think someone will find out my dirty little secret.
that one day they’re going to take me away and fix me.
try to make me see that diet and exersise is the way to go and to focus on my emotional problems…
but what they dont see is asides the fact that i drink to much and shove my finger down my throat theres nothing wrong with me.
besides, we have bigger problems…
what am i going to do when they find out im in love with a girl.?
