Friday, May 6, 2011

Fuck.



I can't stop counting.



I think I've really gone off the deep end.


Count + Measure + fat free + low cal = disfigured minds.






I don't know what appetite feels like anymore. Guilty for wanting or having, or hungry and drained for not fulfilling.



In a dark room where light is hitting only the dust.

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