Plain as fuck
I love apples, baseball, coffee, Clayton Stevens, and other bullshit.
Pittsburgh, PA for now.
I could lie and say I’m comfortable in my new body, but I’m not. I’m comfortable not having pounding headaches constantly, a raw throat, and sore gums, but I still want to be thin. My brain needs to tell me when to quit. Yes, I know the ‘easy solution’ but I’m also fucking mental.
Some days I want to tell all my coworkers the real reason why I don’t want to be in the kitchen all day, but then I feel like they’ll think I’m an incompetent worker. I just can’t handle being around food because I eat it without hesitation.
LDR makes me ill sometimes.