I Kill Everything I Fuck.

Dear Shithead,
Why are you so fucking controlling and moody and drunk. You make me want to bash my fucking face in. Nothing is ever fucking good enough for you. We are toxic together. You make me so fucking sick, I don't even need to shove my fingers down my throat after I eat, I just fucking think of you. Fuck. Now I know why son'bitches kill in the name of love.  Ha, and you wonder why I starve and swallow bottles of pills. Make up your fucking mind, be with me or forget I exist. Kkkkthanks.

Sincerely,
Hannah's Tired Fucking Bones.

I Won't Stop 'Til My Hipbones Grind With Yours. 4/29/2011

Breakfast:
1 egg
2 teaspoons cottage cheese
1 stick of celery
2 cups of black coffee
1 16oz. water bottle
1 multivitamin
1 calcium vitamin

Workout:
80 pushups
10 lunges
Jogged 3 miles
Walked 1/2 mile

Lunch:
1 bowl vegetable salad
1/3 can of light tuna
1 tablespoon olive oil
1 16oz. water bottle

Workout:
Bike ride 4 miles
60 push ups

Dinner:
1 egg
2 tablespoons oatmeal
2 tablespoons of cottage cheese
1 16oz. water bottle

"Some of the perks of being thin:

    •    Thigh gap
    •    Collar bones
    •    Hip bones
    •    Feeling sexy rather than frumpy around guys
    •    Bikini season confidence
    •    Not feeling defeated while trying on clothes
    •    Having the body others are jealous of
    •    Looking adorable in baggy clothes
    •    Not worrying about unflattering photos of your body
    •    Knowing it’s worth it to choose healthy food over that cheeseburger
    •    Finally reaching those goals and thanking yourself for starting when you did"