Perfectly Imperfect

Starting my Monday morning with a big fat binge. So far none of this food has tasted good. Might eat an ice-cream to make the puking a little less harsh.

i feel so fat and ugly. i wish i was someone else, even if it meant never seeing my family or friends ever again. 

i am so hideously insecure, it scares me. no matter how thin i get, i will be this way. it is my biggest flaw and i hide it well but i still feel it. 

I love coffee so fucking much. It’s so much more than how good it tastes. It’s an excuse to sit down and relax or to go out and catch up with a friend. You can have it warm or cold, which makes it great all year round. It helps with hunger pains. It smellllllls soooo good… except on your breath when it turns stale (chewies help) AND it makes you poo, I like pooing, its relaxing. 

In England almost everyone has a coffee machine built into their fridge, like Australians have water machines built into their fridge. I love that. I have always been against the idea of having a coffee machine because I like the fact that nice coffee comes from a cafe and it’s like a special treat. But in England I guess you need coffee more (to warm up)

Ahh coffee. Love you! :)

Tea is good too. I have another blog called tea-4-me. Just love it.