shout, shout! let it all out.

gaspardette:

“Dear Diary, I’m 16, I weigh 16.5 stone and I live in Lincolnshire. My interests include music, vegging out and finding a fit boy - oh, scratch that, any boy, to quench my ever-growing horn. Unfortunately, I already have a lover that makes me look pregnant: Food. But there’s a difference between snacking and binging and I - don’t - binge - anymore. And if anyone ever finds this diary and reads it and comes to the conclusion that I’m crazy… they’d be spot on.”

I’m so glad I get to see my therapist next week because this means I get to talk shit about so many people without any repercussions. 

phistbump:

i actually make myself laugh really hard so if no one else laughs it doesnt matter because i already made the most important person in the room laugh