I survived 48 hours, on two of these, alone. Plus, a handful of white cheddar popcorn. Literally.
Don't call it an eating disorder. By all means, my eating is very much in order. I'm above anorexia. I've watched too many teen dramas, to not know better.
My face has gotten smaller. My complexion looks a wrapped Ferrero Rocher. Ferrero Rocher. Dear god. I spoke too soon. I could've compared my skin to a numerous amount of things; The sun, Amber, a rapper's teeth. You know. Non-food, golden, materials. Sunflowers. Pound cake. No.
Kyle XY just played "Naive" by The Kooks. I love Kyle XY. It's so cute. Matt Dallas' facial expressions melt me. Alex can watch Lost, all he wants. I love my campy shows.
My lack of eating has made me in, less, control of my emotions. I'm jealous of Brittany Murphy. She had the right idea. My acting isn't a great as it should be, because I have almost complete control of my emotions. So much control, I shut them off. I'm so amazing at faking laughter around my insolent superior, at work, that I believe it, myself. I hate it. I can't shut them back on. Well. Not at my own will. Sometimes, they just splurt out, at the worst times.
Anywho. I watched a brilliant film, & it brought tears to the brim. The brim, only. :/
I'll post more about it later. But trust me. Whether you appreciate it, the way I did, or not, it'll pull a reaction out of you. Or at least, kick & scream for your attention, til the final shot.
Peace & carrots.
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