I got a girlfriend now. She’s beautiful.
But I’m not good enough for her.
I just. I need. I need to lose weight for her. Meals are being shipped as I spend my time texting her hours in length.
She plays the piano and loves Queen. She’s talented and has a one the strongest back bones I’ve ever seen.
I wanna loose thirty pounds for her. Everytime we talk I pick at my skin, look at my flat stomach and think of how much better she’d want her partner to look.
I fear shell break up with me so I try to be perfect.
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