What i ate today- 07/24/21
(i’m gonna start putting the dates for me bc this is like a daily thing for me)🍃
•kinda a lot :(
-shrimp fried rice with veggies- 215 Cals.
-oatmeal with chocolate chips 🥺- 558 Cals.
Went for a 6 mile run- burned 3,178 today. (on fitbit)
-shrimp fried rice with veggie left over- 215 Cals.
I’m actually really upset at that.
Net••••• -2,190 Cals
It wasn’t even a lot of shrimp fried rice, it was like a cup of it each time.:(. and i was just craving oatmeal. i might fast till i go back with my dad which is on tuesday.
My boyfriend thinks i lying to him when i say i’m fasting and he be playing with me like today i was like babe i ate two spoons of rice and i feel bad about it and he said so just go throw it up in the toilet go throw it up rn and it just made me eat more bc he was trying to be funny or maybe he wasn’t but y’all i was freaking out bc i thought he was serious:(
AND ONCE AGAIN, TUMMY PICTURESSSS…
Don’t talk about what i’m wearing i don’t care. x.
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in honor of band starting up, i just wanna let you know that one of the band directors literally missed the birth of his child to attend something for marching band that wasn’t even that important <3
IWJEJSNDJSBFJ WHAT??????? but yeah that seems normal. my band director got in a SEVERE car crash and walked it off in a week to be back at school 😭😭
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the magnus aesthetics ➤ the dread powers
➢ the spiral | es mentiras | the twisting deceit | it is not what it is
There is a man in my living room. He is tall, with sandy blond hair that twists into unruly curls. I must have invited him in. He sits in my armchair, drumming his fingers together. They make an odd, clacking sound when they touch. I know him, though I have no idea where we might have met. His smile is friendly but I don’t like it. I apologise, tell him I’ve forgotten his name and he waves it away, saying that names are overrated, then asks how my day has been. I tell him I don’t know which day he means, and he laughs and laughs and laughs until my nose begins to bleed. I see the blood dripping onto the patterns I have been drawing. How long have I been drawing? It isn’t my pen.
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