Things my mom says when she's drunk:
"Let me tell you a secret."
Things people automatcally do:
Accredit my bad mood to my period, which is strange because I don't get one.
....Thats all for now. Not much has been going on except for the fact that I got off probation, and have since then been subsisting on poprocks, which has surprisingly gotten me down a size.
Whoo. fun. anorexia.
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