Dear diary
I've lost who I am
All I write is about my eating habits
I'm just gonna stop, I mean, who wants to read how utterly fucking pathetic I am.
I ate an apple today
An entire apple, and I didn't vomit it out.
Not sure how this makes me feel.
I thought, you know, I'd feel more powerful or some fucking bullshit.
I just feel weaker for succumbing to my greed.
Fuck it
Fake it till you make it, right?
