Fuck.

I turned 17 Yesterday. My day was fantastic. I went to the beach with my best friend and he gave me 21 Jumpstreet... funniest fucking movie ever. Oh my God. I was dying.
But anyway... I am so fucking ashamed of my eating for the past three days, dudes. Honestly I've failed Ana so fucking much it's insane. I only hope she has enough grace to help me fast for the next three days. So get this:
On Friday, I didn't wake up planning to binge. But I don't know what the fuck happened, seriously... I was just sitting there watching Investigation Discovery... when I found myself reluctanly following my feet to the kitchen and eating a whole WHOLE bunch of complete SHIT. I'd tell you everything I ate with the calories n shit but I DIDN'T EVEN FUCKING RECORD ANYTHING. Like what the fuck. What kind of a wannorexic am I?! Anyway I stuffed my fucking face, binging and purging ALL day. Basically ditching Ana for Mia. I guess I just thought "Fuck it, it's my birthday weekend."
And so began the Binge. All of Friday. ALL OF IT. Binge. Purge. Binge. Purge. Fuck you, Ana. Save me, Mia. Fuck my fucking life.
By Saturday I had of course realized my horrible mistake. I felt aweful.. All I ate was a couple french fries with my friend on the beach (beacuase he was begging me to). Then I had CHINESE. BUTT-FUCKING CHINESE. and CUPCAKES. CONFETTI FUCKING CUPCAKES, BITCH. MULTIPLE. FUCK. I had a couple today too. And PITA CHIPS. And peanuts. FUCK.
So yeah, there you go. Forgive me, Ana, for I have sinned... oh so fucking horribly. I am so sorry. Please give me the strength to FAST my fat ass OFF.
On the brightside, I got a sick-ass water bottle from Trader Joe's... So..
So, yeah. Those are my sins for the weekend. I feel.. so normal. So fat. So human. It makes me sick. I'm slipping away from being a "being," an "entity" such as Ana.
I swear. Mark this time: 8:33 PM. My 72 hour fast begins NOW. Nothing but water. NOTHING.
Forgive me, Ana, please. Have mercy.. God I hope my weight didn't suffer too much. I haven't weighed. I've been too afraid. Maybe after my three-day fast.
And ofcourse, God decided to have this day, the closing of a FAT-ASSED BINGE FUCKING FEST, to call a SUPER DELECTIBLY SEXY MALE to the pool today. I had to sit there looking like an albino seal bursting out of her bikini in all the wrong places. God, he was so hot.

I don't really know what else to write about without giving away my indentity... I feel like Superman or something. I don't even think anyone even reads this shit, but fuck.. Well, you already know I'm a well-known singer... with brown-sometimes-red-sometimes-black hair and blue eyes... fuck I could be Katy Perry or some shit..
Anyway, I'm off to drown myself in the pro ana tags at Tumblr.
Cheerio.