107

I need to stop eating, really I should stop complaining. All my friends say I loo fine, I'm "so light" when they pick me up and I need to eat more... Part of me thinks they might be right. But the scale tells me otherwise, 107. 100 + 7. One hundred and seven FUCKING POUNDS. it's not like I'm ungrateful. My parents are feeding me anything I want to get me to eat, my boyfriend and friends are happy whenever I eat. I wanna fucking end my life every time I eat, that 2/3 for good things... I should just fucking eat... But then again that stupid scale is worth more than anyone's feelings, or anyone's opinions. It says 107 which is perfectly fine... Until it's not. Maybe if I loose just 2 pounds, or maybe 7... 8...9... No, I think just getting rid of 8 pounds will make me feel ok, I just need 8 pounds of of me to feel sane... Then I'll be at 99, that's a good number. It looks pretty, I'll look pretty, or prettier at least. That's all I need for now. Just 8 pounds, I can do that right? Just 8 measly pounds...