Seven thirty at night. Every night. I take two pills. The pills aren't for suicide. There for weight loss.
They taste like my bitter dreams and close realities to
P e r f e c t i o n [insert lousy tumblr b&w photo]
No but really, these pills make me feel sane, to the point where if I don't take one during my big fasting streak—I feel like I'm gaining. They have a bitter taste to them as well.
Who knew?
A gulp of water and two hard swallows of two pills kept me somewhat, almost sane.
