Dying in front of a mirror.And already dead.

I'm feeling so fat,so fat,so fat........it will destroy me.

I can't.....wahh...I can't live,I can't think,I can't love anymore.

I'm so fat...and I will never be beautiful. All dieting...senseless at the end...

there is no point of eating discorders,even with all that stuff I will not loose any weight...

I hate everything about me.

I'm dying.I love chocolate milk.

7. month (july)

hmm...

yeah, I like poetry. I like art. Anything can be beautiful, anything can be art.

I'm reading to some Márquez's book. Again. For the 99. time.

This is really good book, one of my favorites. I like his style, I like that atmosphere I'm finding in his words. I would write more about it, but I'm not very good in English.

nothing more to say. bye.