People, this is not a drill!
I am coming to you on my fucking knees. I am desperate. I am unsure. I am FUCKING SCARED.
Why? Why is she being so crazy/sweary/weird?
Because I am insane. Have been for a while. And I need some assurance. I need motivation. I need competition.
I am depressed. I am suicidal. I am hopeless. I am lost.
I really don't know what to do anymore and I fucking HATE feeling like this.
So. My girls, my darlings, My Ana Angels. From now on I am running competitions. Who can lose the most? We'll see.
Comp number one will run from the 11/11 till midnight on the 13/11. Lucky Friday.
Because I need this. I need direction. I need a reason to wake up in the morning. Cause right now, being alive just isn't doing it for me.
Email if your interested.
I love you all.