Concern

My friend messaged me today. He read my last blog. He'll probably read this one. His concern made me feel better about myself and everything. And for you, Daffy Duck (I don't think that's gonna last either), I ate more today. I ate lemon chicken with fried rice, three satay chicken kebabs and a tin of tiny taters. I still didn't snack though, sorry.

Damn it I am CRAVING Froot Loops!!


Jay was acting weird all day. He admits he was feeling odd. He didn't eat much, and he gets weird when he doesn't eat enough. He has been texting Mrs Slut Face, too. But he's honest about it. Today he was hiding his phone from me though. It's scary. I don't like being in Darwin. I don't like it because he ran away here to get away from me. He ran here to fuck up everything.

But I trust him. I am just paranoid.



My knee is fucked. I don't think I can jog anymore. Not for a while. I am going to have to find something else to do. I can't just sit around. I can't get fatter. God no.


No pictures of wonderfully thin girls. Just for you, Davino!