The Vicodin Song

I am determined like a fucker.

I have not slept yet.

So I'm gonna do what I always did to lose weight when I was in this mind set:
fast and when I do eat purge it directly after. That's what happened when I was at my lowest.
Also I have obtained some connies, add that to my 3 vyvanse, and you got appetite supressants for quite a while when used at the utmost needed time.

I miss being around 105lbs and it was so fucking hard to fall asleep on my stomach without putting something under my hips so then they wouldn't dig into the matress. I WILL get there. I am so fucking wanting it at the moment.

Weighed myself yesterday, 128.8lbs, I am so glad this is going down.
Then, I ate:
3 1/2 enchiladas
4 dollops of sour cream
few hersheys' kisses
2 bowls of fruit salad
Purged:
Only a bit of the fruit salad, most of it was acidy though, so it really digested.

So I was watching the 4 hour Judy Garland movie on Oxygen and I realized, my life is a real lot like her's, except for the whole spot-light thing. Not like those stupid broadway hopefuls who say "AH I like looove Judy Garland, I feel like exactly like her, even though I come from a great family and have perfect friends and look absolutely perfect!" I'm more like her in the lines of her presonal life, and her psyche.

Ah well, I'll definitely do better today, I know it.

And a side note, if anyone is actually reading my blog, listen to "The Vicodin Song" by Terra Naomi. It's amaaaaaazing.
Is anyone reading it?