Oh G-d. You know what I want right now? Because I think Bob Dylan
hates me, and if he doesn't care about me, why should I lose weight
and be beautiful? (except I keep thinking about tennis. I'm so excited
I can't wait. I am even contempating trying to ride my bike and do
some stretching on my own this weekend, before my trainer comes back
on Monday.)
I want to go to MacDonalds and order 10 hamburgers (lol) with no
pickles, extra onion, super size fries, and a large strawberry shake.
And then I will die of a heart attack.
Oh well.
(or I could throw up. But I just can't throw up anymore, because for
some reason, when I do, at the end, there is BLOOD, and that worries
me. That never used to happen when I was younger doing my bulimia.)
MacDonald's will still be there in a couple months when I lose enough
weight for a little treat.
And I'll just eat one small hamburger (no pickles, extra onions), a
small fries, and a small strawberry shake.
That will my my first really big cheat.
I don't know.
I just don't know if I can do this (lose weight), because I want Bob
Dylan to love me, and if he doesn't even read this, and is never
coming back, then he doesn't, and it's just SO DEPRESSING.
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