Why do I have to be such a bitch to everything in my head? I over criticize myself to the point I need rehab. I need a place where my thoughts can collide in a way that it doesn't send me over the edge. I can't focus on anything. I hate Rochester I hate blondie with perfect bodies and perfect cars. They're what makes America look so disgusting the acceptance of perfection and durability. Their parents raised perfect angels with perfect financial structures so their eating habits are good. I wanna be happy but the only place is my fridge fuck it all. I don't want to eat anymore and I don't want to feel lost about it, I want to be given a feeding tube through Iv so I can't taste food anymore.
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