Mid-december, i tried to kill myself. I got landed in a mental hospital for a week. They made us eat five times a day (3 meals, 2 snacks) so my metabolism got blown through the roof. when i went in, i weighed 128. when i got out, i weighed 126. Now, a month later, i weigh 121.4. WhoopWhoop. It's fantastic.
I've started smoking. It's hell. I hate it. but i love it soo, soo much. It's helping a lot with appetite, while it's ruining my already bad lungs. *sigh* like i need another addiction. *facepalm*
well, have a good day,
hope all is well in normal-land
~Willow
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