The date and time it is minus December 29th, 1991 at approximately seven o'clock in the morning equals my age.
I have a wonderful boyfriend named Jeff who is my everything.
I have an obsession with Marilyn Manson, Motionless in White, astronomy, science in general, and Stephen Hawking.
I am a physics major, astronomy minor, and I play the piano.
I love heavy metal.
I'll beat you in chess.
My personality type is INTJ.
I'm a vegan and I don't have a religion.
I am very misanthropic.
I am anorexic.
I'm straight edge. (Which means I don't do drugs or consume alcohol.)
I would waste time telling you about who I am, yet I'd rather you find out by yourself.
I don’t let myself go to bed weighing more than 108.2 pounds, to make sure I’ll weigh in the 107 pound range the next morning. I weighed 108.4 pounds, did 300 sit ups, and didn’t lose anything. Fuck it. Tomorrow, I’m starving myself. I hate eating. It just winds up with me feeling like a failure, a small binge, and leaves me feeling terribly guilty and angry. I’m so fucking angry at myself for putting that food into my mouth. I’m 5’7”, so someone please leave me messages about how fat I am, to motivate me to lose more weight.