this season finale has brought me down enough for me to plan an entire day of walking and thinking and STARVING and re-self-evalutation
It wasn't just the show.
My doctor chuckled at how clean I am. In my body, there is none of the following: nicotine, cocaine, weed, crack, semen, alcohol and drugs that weren't prescribed to me. "A clean college kid?!" Ugh.
Walk walk walk to five below...so I can play with the 40-year old virgin soundbite keychains and buy thread at Michaels so I can rip, cut, destroy and rebuild my shirts. They're all tight uptop and loose as fuck on the bottom.
sometimes, i really hate my body.
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