is my surrounding. Today I was told I've gotten fat again. I am not going to let this pass me as it usually does. Not this time. Fuck, how come my life is never liveable?
My diet: just eat like once a day. Whatever I want. But I have to go to bed hungry, otherwise it wont work. Just coffee, coffee, coffee and meds.
Tired of this shit. 54 kilos - the weight from my PMS. In a week I'll be down on 52 at least.
I have to start painting again. Paint paint paint. I've lost myself again, need to find my way back.
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