On a family vacay and I’m really hating it. There are no scales in any of the hotel rooms and it’s really stressing me out. I can’t restrict because my parents are looking over my shoulder 24/7. I’ve gotten so fat science I left home and I hate it. Once I get back it’s restricting and counting no matter what, because I need to be skinny, I need it.
- me: why are those guys staring at me
- me: is there something on my face
- me: is there something on my shirt
- me: they're probably laughing at how ugly i am
- me: they probably find it amusing how fat i am
- friend: maybe they think you're cute
- me: are you retarded or something
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oh god what did i do
IT SUMMONS MAIL EVERYONE TRY IT
HOLY FUCKING COW.
OKAY IT’S TRUE
I THOUGHT IT WAS A JOKE
I’ve been wondering what message it sends for awhile now, apparently it’s random?