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Wednesday, June 07, 2006

Waste Crumbles Away

 How am i supose to breathe, as it endlessly consumes my pores beyond the depths of this soul? When it all comes down to it, im just alone. Only ANA is there for me. Only she knows what its like.
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A Bag of chips, two apples, a bowl of branflakes and milk plus four crackers and some low fat cream cheese.

Two hours later, too late to purge and I'm in hell.

I see the fat ugly pig I have made myself. I can imagine the yellow rotting maggot infested fat moving around under my skin.

No one must touch me until I have punished myself and atoned for this evil sin. If they touch me they will feel the maggots moving around. Tomorrow my Punishment must begin.

I have much to answer for. I will sleep saying my prayers to Ana and beg her to hear my worthless plea.

Save me from myself. I am in hell. I am sorry. I will starve myself as a sacrifice. I must be thin once again. Dear Ana have mercy on my soul.
Posted 9/11/2008 6:43 PM by Henry - reply


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