Its 10. And he still hasn't called. We were supposed to get ice cream. I don't know what to do. I feel so insecure. I want to call him but I can't. This is so fucked up. I'm so fucked up.
I'm so hungry. But I'm writing instead of eating. I have also been looking for more thinspo. I realized that I love editorials, not runway. And I'm an elitist. Only models. Not celebrities. Unless its anorexic Mischa Barton in an editorial or something.
I can't eat.
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