Completely fake.

I'm reading now a huge post about wannorexics, in my opinion, it's the best one, some are fucking pissed, some are trying to explain maturely. 

Yeah, good luck with that. 

Nobody understands everything you say this way, why?

Because when you're determined to get something, you'll fucking get it, and fuck the rest, because you already set a target, and it's yours. 

I personally believe that I'm the worst (or best) case of those things. 

The stupidest girl who is putting her in purpose to do so, though she was never supposed do. 

I'm the wannorexic. 

I'm the fake one. 

I'm not in real problems. 

The only problem with me, is that I don't know my blood type and I have no fuckung idea why am I still breathing. 

...

I have no idea what made people to love so much music. 

Or at least using the drum app phone and to make weird vocal sounds (including that cool owl sound), because it's so weird. 

And I'm talking to you only because I finished all of my homework in science under twenty minutes. 

It was easy, so yeah. 

I'm just reading the same thread. 

I guess I'll feel fake until somebody will fucking slap it to my face, and even then I won't believe them. 

After all, this world is filled with liars. 

...

Fuck, I just skipped you all the time. 

Well, long rant short, this is it. 

Tomorrow I'll be forced to eat. 

My mother told me it today. 

And it's chicken breast. 

Fucking chicken. 

I have two options (main, not my divided inner ones), or to eat it and suffer silently, or to not and risk a punishment. 

I just can't bring myself to eat it. 

Meat and I?

I don't think so. 

Do you have an idea what happened to that chicken? To his mother? To his brothers? To everything?

It's so cruel and disgusting. 

How can people eat it?!

I feel like I'll be tearing down lives, innocent six week old cocks (slightly giggles, because after all, I just said penis), and they didn't do anything wrong. 

Marry Antoinette was less cruel (I love her, but I also love a lot of things that won seem normal, or very ethical), and she didn't give a fuck about the poor. 

So, I'd try to avoid eating much, and I will complelty check my options before anything. 

I'm sick of that I'm so fat (I'm 55 again, after two day binge it's obvious, yet, I truly hope it's the food that wasn't digested yet and poop weight), and my mother is worrying about me growing an eating disorder. 

I'm not. 

I'm fake. 

I also want to say why if the punishment is no laptop for XYZ time, I'd rather eat it, I'm trying to practice even harder, now I'm drawing somethings (plural paintings), and I want to be better. 

Like if it's one day, well yeah it sucks but it's doable, but if it's for the weekend I'd rather eat, I can survive as long as it's not on Friday and Saturday. 

If it is, fuck this shit. 

Im such a failure, for everything.