I stopped caring about your problems, just like I expect you to stop caring about mine. Don't waste your time.

I cut myself with my razor in the shower. I don't really feel anything, besides the stinging. The only thing I regret is that the scar it's going to leave isn't going to be bigger.

I want to kill myself, I just don't want to die.
Does that make sense to anybody?

^
She is gorgeous

I haven't eaten dairy or meat in three days
You know why?
The book "Skinny Bitch" made me. There are ice cream bars in my freezer and everytime I think of them I gag.

In the chapters "You are what you eat" and "The truth about dairy" they not only talk about how unhealthy it is and how it makes you fat, but what they do to the poor animals!

It's digusting!!! You can probably find the same stories on Peta2.com or just typing in "Slaughter house stories" or something. It is so nasty. I'm going freakin vegan for sure now.

You can probably so the same for chocolate, I hear there are kids who work their fingers bloody to make it...

That's from Margaret Cho.
She's amazing
She once said "I know I'm not fat, I just have fat parts."

Everybody should check her out, amazing woman.

Everybody says they are jealous of my curves. They all say "Curves are beautiful."
But all the people who tell me that are thin...
Of course you are going to say that when you are thin, but when you are actually curvy, it takes more than a day to accept them.

Curves are beautiful. Just not on me

And now a segment of Margaret Cho..

"Then there was this extra on the set who runs up to me and says, "Oh, I know you! I know who you is, I seen you before. You that comedienne, Margaret Cho! I saw you at the Comedy Store. You was wearin' a kimono and you was bowin'." "No, that's the other one." "Oh, right! Now I remember. I just didn't recognize you because you've put on a little weight since your show." And it didn't piss me off so she said that, but it was that she said "You put on a lot of *gestures* weight!" so I'll know exactly where I put it. And it pissed me off, so I just sort of talked about it to everybody for the whole day. The next day I come into work and the assistant producer comes over to me and says, "Uh, you know that lady from the other day? Well don't worry. We took care of her." Oh my God! What did you do?! Suddenly I felt like I was running around like this tyrant, all drunk with power..."Nobody can call me fat on this set!""