#i wnat to be skinny

[qqivvee]

I've seen so much people hating Xgaster, i still don't understand why there is so many haters of this man. I mean he did what he supposed to, if he didn't overwrite Xtale , that au wold be a boring Undertale reskin . Also from his perspective Xtale's story is about his creations and their lives. Not about him trying to achieve perfection by cruel experiments.

And if Ink Sans didn't came to him bro would just off himself, so no underverse/xtale no ur favourite sans fights

Why Xboomer's literally me under the cut

Xgaster is very relatable character to me so many things are matching with me (how do i say that correct in English) . Like:

I'm tall and skinny irl (175cm) i' m taller than most of my relatives and college groupmates (who are mostly girls) thanks to my dad .

I'm aromantic, i don't think I'm ace (that's called "aroallo" right?)

I always have serious face, when people want to take photos of me they tell me to smile, i smile ... But still hear this phrase I hate more than anything else "smile, you're not smiling!" Wich results in these wierd, wide not genuine smile .

I'm not very talkative, its hard for me to make friends, mostly because irl most people are clueless wnat is Undertale, Deltarune, Vocaloid, Manga, Anime, even what "non-binary" "trans-femme/masc" means . I also sometimes yell at people, calling them stupid if they asked for help too many times bc its distracts me from my work .

I HATE sitting with my legs connected, it's super uncomfortable, I HATE SKIRTS its the worst clothing ever! WORSE than skirts can only be DRESSES , especially the School uniform! Ever since i graduated School i never wore a skirt i'm not kidding!

[wishmaster]

Wow, this place is well stocked. Do you have the props to make even a skinny guy like me seem like a hunky lifeguard?

Good Day?

You not so skinny I remarked, you sure you wnat to change it up? I asked, but you insisted so I tossed you a lifeguard shirt, you put it on and suddenly you weren't in the shop anymore but at the beach, emerging from the water after a shark scare.

You can't see much as the water pours down your face, you head to the beach where you towel off, removing your shirt, after a few minutes you dry off and change your trunks as this pair was showing off your massive package a little too much for the family crowd.. You soon get a look at who you've become.

You slip your shades on as you get up to do more patrols along the beach. Fucking Hell you say noticing your accent was heavily Australasian now. You were no longer American but a beautiful Aussie bum that was looking forward to spending Halloween with his new boyfriend, Dean the head lifeguard. You waved across to him as he smiled. Life was good, imagine being a skinny dude, what kind of life would that be?

[1h4v3th3m00n]

Tw vent not aimed I'm just writing my thoughts so I can get them out my head

I don't know what the fucks wrong with me I hate myself so much I was looking through my old chats of my best friendsa from a few months ago and I'm literally in tears likr why am I crying to some messages? I feel like I've ruined the friendship for some reason I don't know why I just feel like I have because it's not the same as it used to be also sone people in my class were talking about wanting to be skinny and "locking in for winter " and I feel really fucking triggered so that's that and my dad made me eat chicken it was really gross I feel terrible I dont even want to go to school tomorrow but I have creative writing tomorrow and English is my favourite subject and I get to see my friends so I'll go ig also I'm really excited bc I'm going out with my best friend for his birthday and I'm gonna do baking with my best friends and other friends for Halloween so thats something to look forward to anyway I hate myself I wnat to die so yeah I'm trying to convince myself to just stop overthinking but I can't the more I try not to the more I overthink so yeah I wish I wasn't like thid

[junglehomo]

i foubd bloody hair in a pile behind my building it was gross

and i didnt ask anyone yet

but my neighbors are creepy and disgusting and they dont stay on their own property

i was shooting my bottles when i found it in the back

we have neighbors who share the parking spot (not the meth heads)

so i didnt really say anything but it looked strange

like chunks of a girls hair and it was gross like stuck to the can i shot and i didnt wnat to pick it up

like extensions but it seemed more ominous

also lots of homeless go into the buildings that are being built once in a while i'll leave the gate open to make ite easier for my neighbor or myself to go back in

they like to go in there and dig through my trash before

these people are not normal

i have a feeling it's the meth pedophiles who are squatting in my basement or madison avenue basement connection

to my house

theyre really disgusting and proud about it proud to be evil

because they have money to pay off a judge

but now too many people know and the picture doesnt look right anymore

the guy with face tattoos that these racists were focussed on is seen healthy kind going outside normal

and the same people claiming things and nonstop talking nonstop harrassing that man

are emaciated skinny dying sick addicted to drugs jobless liars demonic fraud

[sebbygores]

i wgas abuzsed by skinnynfit people fp (maybe? idkk uif ex is my fp i dont wnat him to be) waas skinny and he encouraged mee to get into shedttwt........... bjut he was soooo pretyy buut immm fatn uglyyyyyyyyyyyy but hotttt too immmn handsome

skinny opoeple ecvil

[mycomori]

i watched a vice asia video on the skinny enough challenge in china and almost cried at work listening to it. it’s really fucking hard for me to not hate my recovery. because i hated ed treatment and it left me with nothing and pushed me to turn back to alcohol just to help me eat and now i’m addicted to fucking alcohol and i’m fat and it’s only been a few years but so much has changed i just wnat my body back i know it’s possible it’s very possible but it’s feels out of reach it feels impossible because i have never been this fat before in my life never even close it’s hard for me to even connect with this body it doesn’t feel like my own and i can’t wear any of mh clothes anymore and i dress primarily to hide my body and i get anxious any time im forced to wear something revealing and just…i miss being comfortable ik my body. i miss feeling like it was MY BODY.

[ivonnev]

So skinny ,i wnat cry

kiss kiss 💋 ©irenouken

[licvefairy]

Yessssss i did it!!!!!!!!

[ijustwanttobeskinnythanks]

Everything on the starbucks menu is literally so fucking unhealthy. wtf.

[rintoki]

sin.txt

gonna start strength training so i can gain muscle and lift rindou by his hips when i’m pounding his hole. wanna grab him by his tiny waist and lift his hips so high my cock is pressing directly on his prostate with every thrust. want his thick thighs hanging off my forearms and twitching from how good i’m fucking him. until his arms are high above his head gripping and tearing at the sheets, trying to get a fucking grip on something before i quite literally fuck him stupid. i want to feel his plump ass bouncing on my hipbones and i want to hear his whiney cries everytime i hit his prostate. i want to see his abdomen flexing and arching when he orgasms, his cum flowing upwards from his swollen tip all the way to his chest and neck because of the angle i have him at. i want to hear him whimpering and wiggling his hips when i come to a stop with my cock still buried deep inside, snug against his little soft spot. i know my arms, back, thighs, and hips will probably be burning from exhaustion but it’ll all be worth it to see rindou’s reddened, tear-streaked face, eyes hazy with lust and with his torso covered in his own cum, cock still hard and twitching against his navel. not to mention his whimpering cries as he tries to reach for my hand, so so sensitive and overwhelmed he wants to feel my warmth somehow. but not just yet though, because maybe i’ll flip him in another position and fuck him till failure. yup, rindou sure is the perfect work out buddy.

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@kokonoihell (so u can reblog)

[bearisweet]

anyways I love this bitch.

[k4raa]

UGH i need to own up to the fact i will always have bigger legs and hips and shoulders. I can starve myself all i want but i can’t change genetics. My dad and all his side of the family are literally known for being stocky. I have an hourglass shape but it’s bug it’s not a nice small and pretty hourglass i’m endomorphic I DONT WNAT THAT. i wanna be tiny. I’m small enough why can i just be one of those small skinny bitches

[captainjimothycarter]

You asked for a prompt... random thought for you. What would happen if the whole time travel thing was causing Steve's serum to fade out in a sense? Like endgame with skinny Steve and he gets all adorable and worried about things?

this is prob not wnat you want, but enjoy almost 3k of rambling. 

--

This had happened before.

When he stood inside Peggy’s office, looking at an older Peggy with gray in her hair, he felt like his breath had been taken from his lungs. He felt like the walls were closing in on him, his chest felt considered smaller than what it had become. 

At the time, Steve had other things to worry about than what he passed off as just an overwhelming sense of emotions, he had the fate of the world resting on his shoulders. Yet now that it was over and he stood with a bloodied shield in hand, he could feel his legs giving out on him, and his world was growing considerably smaller.

He never felt his body hit the ground.

“...don’t know, notes were gone.”

“What do you mean we don’t know? It’s been...fuck...years.”

“Exactly that, we don’t know much about the serum. We only know what the monitors tell us and that’s nothing good.”

“You do know I’m awake, right?” Steve grunted as he forced himself to sit up from the hospital bed. 

Something wasn’t right. Hell - a lot of things weren’t right. For one, he couldn’t see color. No white or chrome or Shuri’s golden bracelets, Bucky’s silver and golden arm, or even Sam’s red goggles.

His left ear, it was tingling. He could barely hear Bucky’s low grunting whisper to Shuri’s ear. He could barely see her shrugging. Even as he sat there, staring at the trio, he could feel his vision worsening.

Without even taking a lungful of air, he knew how hard it would be to breathe. He’s had nightmares on this - even recently - about his ailments, about waking up small and powerless. His chest was aching with the desperate need of a full breath he was terrified to take, not wanting to have his fears to be concerned. Even without it, there was that low, dull ache in the base of his spine that followed into his stomach, like someone twisting a knife.

He’d lost the serum. 

It had lasted him until the battle and -

Steve’s eyes fell to the bandages around his wrists, slowly peeling them back. He slapped away Bucky’s hand that reached out of habit to stop him from picking, a decades-old habit neither had grown out of. Underneath the bandage confirmed his fears to be true (as if everything else hadn’t), a jagged scar from where Thanos’ blade had cut into him. Healed by Shuri’s technology but still a scar, proving the serum couldn’t save him.

Question was, even as three sets of eyes stared at him, waiting for some sort of reaction, what now?

He still knew the answer, that hadn’t changed.

She’d love him anyway.

--

“Steven?” 

The name was whispered as if anything louder would cause the veil to break, to break what only could be a dream between them.

Her hand reached out before sense seemed to catch up to her and it was jerked away. She stood in the doorway of a yellow house with a wrap-around porch, her newspaper still sitting at his feet. He could smell her, smell that familiar perfume she wore during the war. It still made his eyes water with how strong it was. 

She took up the whole doorway, hand curled around the frame and jaw tense. He’d seen that look before, her jaw twitching ever so slightly. Even without being able to see it, he knew her hand around the frame was clenching it tightly. 

“Well?” Peggy snapped, drawing Steve out of his thoughts.

He was still staring at her, mouth opened, just in unbelievable belief that he was standing in front of her. That he was here, with her, that he was home. 

“I-” He swallowed, throat bobbing. “I’m sorry what?”

Her lips twitched, almost threatening to smile. “I asked who in the hell are you because you’re obviously not Steven Grant Rogers. Captain Rogers died a year ago. Either work has finally gotten to me or you’re an imposter. A failed imposter at that.”

It was Steve’s turn to smile and he could’ve sworn her eyes softened 

“I can swear to you that I am, P-Peggy.” His breath hitched, trying to keep all these overwhelming emotions tamed. Last he needed was to have a panic attack on her doorstep. “I know it doesn’t look like it but I-I can’t...you won’t believe me.”

Reaching into his pocket, Steve pulled out the compass that never left his pocket. It had a few more dents than she last saw, a little more rusted. The hinges squeaked as Steve slowly opened it and passed it to her. Peggy’s fingers delicately brushed over his own as she took it, her face paling of all color as she looked up at Steve.

“But...how? We looked for you. And you’re...the serum…”

Peggy Carter was the last person ever to pity him. It wasn’t pity in her eyes, it was concern because she knew what the serum meant to him, but she also knew the health advocates that came with losing the serum.

She was worried for him and Christ if that just didn’t make him love her more.

“I can explain. There’s a lot you won’t understand but I...I can’t explain. Can I…?” 

A shiver ran up his spine as he tilted his head into the room, a chill washing over him as the fall wind blew. 

“Of course… Let me call Chester and tell him I won’t be at work. I won’t say anything about you,” she quickly explained at Steve’s panic look. Despite it, he knew she didn’t agree with that line of thought - not yet.

--

“Let me get this straight,” Peggy sighed, lowering the warmed mug of brandy. Steve remembered just how she liked her winter drinks. “You were in the future. Then…”

She waved her hand and sighed heavily. They’ve been at this for hours. For the most part, Steve had done all the talking but she’s commented a few questions that couldn’t wait, down to a few comments. At first, they started at opposite ends of the couch and now were sitting thigh-to-thigh. 

Steve’s head tilted, his downy soft, blonde locks falling in his face. Her eyes tracked his hand as they brushed it back. “Go on. Yes, I was in the future.”

She shot him a look that he flushed out - Lord, she’s missed that flushing. “And now you’re small because...time travel?”

“It’s a little more complicated than that and unless we want to call Howard, tell him I’m alive through time travel, that time travel exists, then...I don’t think we can get into a full explanation. To be honest, I understand it but I don’t understand it. Something about the...the effects of time travel through this-”-Steve held up the watch-like device she’d seen earlier-“and the serum, reverting my cells to before the serum.”

“No, no, and no. We are absolutely not calling Howard to tell him time travel exists. We will eventually call him to tell him you’re alive. In the morning. He’s out of the country, I’m afraid, until tomorrow.” And to be honest, she’s selfish. The second she lets the important people know that Steve is alive like Howard, Phillips, and the Commandos, then all hell will break loose. She’s selfish and just wants this one night with him. “Second, that doesn’t explain how you’re...better.” 

His plush, pink lips pursed together, in the same manner, they always did in thought. His eyes fell from her face, down to the steaming drink, and even further down to his hands. “I’m not, not exactly. I…” He tilted his head back and sighed. “It’s complicated, I think? Or maybe I think it’s complicated. You remember that girl I told you about? Shuri.”

“Yes? What about? You said you...”

“I woke up and was just smaller after-after the battle. After a long discussion on the possibilities, we worked on solutions for everything else. The asthma, the hearing, my sight, colorblindness, the...well everything. I’m small and for the most part 90% better thanks to her technology.”

His face pinched in a manner that told her yes he was grateful but this was a bitter pill for him to swallow. To accept he was smaller.

“She fixed everything the serum did but just not...the serum.”

“Shuri offered to replicate it, she was 90% sure she could and I had faith in her but…”

“But something told you not to.” Peggy’s eyes softened and she took his hand in her own. “That must’ve been hard for you to decide to do.”

“It was but I…” His mouth opened and closed and not for the first time, Peggy could truly see just how exhausted he was. It was deeper than just what a good night’s rest could fix, it was deeper than a soldier returning home. Steve had loved and lost. He’d been broken and repaired, his hope snatched from him, just to crack his facade even more. Her heart broke for him. “I wasn’t sure how it would be with...what little is in me and...well...everything.”

There was no true answer to why he denied Shuri’s help. Pride maybe, but it felt like more. Maybe betrayed Erksine. Maybe he just wanted to rest. Maybe he was just selfish.

Maybe he was terrified if it worked, it could be taken from him again.

“Question is,” Peggy mused after a long moment of silence that was only broken up by the sound of her fire crackling. “What are you going to do now?”

Steve smirked, suddenly aware of how close they were. He could see the shine of red on her lips, smell the brandy on her breath. It felt like home as their lips pressed together.

“Help you change the world.”

--

“Explain...explain this to me one more time.”

Howard was laid back on the chair, legs thrown up on the ottoman. He had at least pulled on a robe for them, even if it laid open and his chest hair was exposed. His hair was a devilish mess, having constantly run his hand through it. He still wasn’t looking at Peggy, his eyes firmly on the small guy in front of him that said he was Steve.

He wasn’t drunk. No, it was still 1 pm, even if he just woke up. These were sober hours. Peggy wouldn’t let him drink.

“How are you small?”

Steve couldn’t help but share the look with Peggy, then with Jarvis (who just looked so relieved he was here). Jarvis knew the full truth (thus, so did Ana because they never kept secrets from one another).

“I told you,” Steve sighed, hating lying to Howard but Howard didn’t need to know. Time travel and Howard was a dangerous mix. “I was found in the ice and-”

“Bullshit!”

He’d never seen Howard move so quickly. The man looked almost angry and Steve’s breath picked up as he took a stumbling step back. He was caught by Peggy before he fell.

“What sort of idiot do you take me, Rogers?” Howard bellowed, eyes moving from both parties. “The both of you! I looked! We both looked! We looked and looked and looked and-” 

“Sir.” Jarvis was by his side, leading a distressed Howard back to his chair. “May I suggest that you calm down?”

“No,” Howard grumbled, closing his eyes, rubbing at his temples. “I looked. How are you suddenly here? A-a year later. How? How?! We looked, I-”

“Time travel,” Peggy suddenly spat, hating how distressed her friend look. She sighed and took Steve’s hand. “Time travel, and no, Howard, we won’t go into details. I certainly don’t understand it and you do not need to know the details of time travel. Or-or any of it. Not yet, Steven need to rest, we can discuss perhaps later if-”

“Steven is fine,” Steve grumbled, taking his hand from Peggy’s to stand up. He looked back at Howard’s shocked face. “Okay, the cat’s out of the bag. I used time travel to come back to Peggy. I’m sorry Howard, we just worried how you’d accept it - that time travel exists.”

For once, Howard Stark was too shocked to say a damn thing in his life.

--

“So, Howard knows,” Peggy sighed, rubbing at her temples, “about time travel. Not something I had hoped we’d discuss but here we are. We agree he’s to know very minimum amounts about the future.”

Steve’s head bobbed along from where he rested against her lap on their shared couch. It’s quickly become their favorite spot. “It wasn’t worth lying to him, to see his distress. It killed me. It reminded me so much about T-”

Peggy’s eyes fell to his and her hand scratched at his scalp. “Tony,” she finished. He nodded and she picked his head up to press a soft kiss to his lips. “I’m sorry we lied to him too, but now he knows the truth. I’m still not getting over him running over that table to hug you once he’s over the shock.”

“Never known him to be flexible.”

“Wave the right amount of alcohol in his face and you’ll learn new facts about Howard,” she snickered, making Steve roll his eyes.

“So I’m just the trophy husband?” he teased her, making Peggy laugh. “Howard provides the funds.”

“Howard provides the charisma. You are certainly the best trophy husband I could ask for.” She kissed him and he felt his body slack into hers. “I love you, Steven.”

“I love you too, Peggy.”

--

“When you said you had an urgent meeting with us, Pegs, this isn’t what I expected,” Dugan grumbled as he adjusted himself in the chair. “Back on stateside with Phillips coming in? What’s going on?”

Peggy, for her sake, sat on the edge of her desk that had come to the start of serving as the threshold of SHIELD. Phillips and Howard were behind her (Steven, of course too because they couldn’t get this far without his future references). She pulled on the suit she was wearing, a habit she couldn’t help. She did her best not to look where Steve waited in the side closet that often served as a nesting room when she was too tired to go home.

Before Steve had returned of course.

The Howling Commandos were patient as ever, meaning they weren’t one bit patient. Dugan was squirming like a kid in his chair, already knowing he was in trouble. Jones was bouncing his leg, Pinky was fiddling with her pen, Jim was folding a sheet of paper into an origami butterfly, and Montgomery and the others had walked off to find coffee. 

“And what did you think the call was about, Dugan?” Peggy challenged, raising an eyebrow.

Dugan, for his sakes, shrugged. “I don’t know. Nothing good, I supposed. Trouble follows you.”

“Only because you bait it,” Jones spoke up, making her laugh.

“We thought it was to tell us you’ve officially taken over the SSR as a one-woman show and needed our help,” Jim spoke up, blowing on the butterfly so it fluttered towards her.

Peggy caught it with ease and smiled. “That’s on the back burner - this is more important. I-”

The door slamming open cut them off. Phillips was a grump - he hated being woken up in the morning by a call that made no sense.

“Alright, Carter, tell me why I am here at 4 in the goddamn morning, with no coffee and why did you pull these guys from their project, if-”

“Steve is alive,” Peggy said firmly, cutting off Phillips’ I’m a grump rambling. 

That surely shocked them into silence. She saw Phillips and Dugan’s shared look - no doubt a conversation that has had about her beforehand and her dedication to finding Steve shortly after his death. 

“Peggy,” Phillips breathed, his eyes told her all. He wasn’t her boss, he was her friend, her gruff friend who was worried about her. “We-”

“Holy shit,” Montgomery breathed from the doorway, dropping the coffee he was holding. No one paid attention to it shattering on the floor. Their eyes were on Steve in the doorway.

A much skinnier Steve than they remembered.

“What the fu-”

“Language, Jones,” Steve said, out of instinct. He could see Peggy’s grin, a relieved look on her face. “There’s a lady present.”

“A lady that curses more than this sorry lot,” Peggy snorted, instantly taking Steve’s hand. She turned to look back at Phillips with a raised brow.

“I demand an explanation,” Phillips breathed, taking half a step in, glass crunching under his foot. “Kid, I knew you were too stubborn to die. Too stubborn to be told no. It’s so good you’re alive.”

“Small, but mighty,” Dugan chimed in with a tearful grin. “Christ, Stevie, come here.”

All Peggy and Phillips could do were look on as the 5’4 Captain was soon overtaken by the numerous hugs and shouts that echoed around her empty office at four in the morning.

--

“Are you ever going to tell me the truth?” Phillips huffed at her, making Peggy smile over the cup of coffee hours later.

The Howlies had finally left to catch a few hours of sleep, Steve had fallen asleep on her office couch. The poor guy was just tired. An exhaustion she feared he’d never rested. Sleep never seemed to be enough.

“I did,” Peggy mused, lowering the cup to her desk. She didn’t need to look up to see Phillip’s glowering look.

“He’s lucky to have survived at all,” Phillips sighed, looking over at Steve. “Frozen, the future, and returning back to you. The life we lead, it’s amazing.” He gave a small laugh as he raised his cup in cheers towards Steve. “You really got that second chance at being with him.”

[ur-url-is-weird]

Not to be That Person™ but:

LITERALLY WHO TOLD MILLENNIALS THAT WE (GEN Z) ALL THINK THAT SKINNY JEANS AND SIDEPARTS ARE BAD???? WHAT????? IM ACTUALLY GOING TO SCREAM WHY IS THIS HAPPENING I WEAR SKINNY JEANS AND SOMETIMES HAVE MY HAIR IN A SIDE PART DID THEY MAKE UP THIS WHOEL THING JUST SO PEOPLE WOULD POST ABOUT IT JUST LIKE I AM NOW??? IM GOING TO FREAAKING CRY YOU HAVE OFFFICIALLY MADE ME LOSE. MY. MARBLES. WHATTTTT IS THISSSSSS STOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPP WHATTTTTTTTTTT IM SO CONFUSEDDD WHATTTTTTTTT AAAAAHHHHHHHH I SAW SOMEBODY SAYING THAT THEY SHPULDNT TAKE ADVICE FROM US BEXAUSE WE ATE TIDEPODS AND CANT WRITE IN CURSIVE BUT I THINK THEY FORGOT TWO THINGS WHICH IS THAT A LOT OF US??? CAN WRITE IN CURSIVE QUITE WELL??? AND ALSO WE'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE THE ONES FIGHTING EACH OTHER WHATTTTTT WHAT IS HAPPENNINNNGGGGGGGG WHATTTTTTTT WHERE DID THEY GET THIS IDEA FROM???? ALSO DIDNT THEY EAT THE TIDE PODS???????? BUT WHERE WHEN HOW DID THIS HAPPENNNN ??? WHO TOLD THEM THAT THEY CANT WEAR THE JEANS THEY LIKE AND DO THEIR HAIR HOW THEY WANTTT???? LITERALLY NO GO DO WHAT YOU WNAT IT'S YOUR BODY I DONT MIND YOU PROBABLY LOOK AWESOME BUT WHY WHO TOLD YOU WHAT I SWEAR TO GOD NOBODY EVEN SAID THISSSSSS WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I SWEAR TO GOD THEYRE PLOTTING AGAINST US IN ORDER TO MAKE US MAKE THESE POSTS TO PINPOINT US AS CHILDISH OR SOMETHINGGGG WHYYYYYYYYYYY

[skinny-little-sunflower]

I wanna be this skinny again this was taken in November and I’ve put on so much weight since then, I also just wnat my life back. Can’t lie tho I am so scared for when things go back to normal I dunno how I’m going to avoid going out for good with friends and just general avoidance of food, the anxiety this gives me on a daily basis is unreal :(

[mycomori]

feeling deeply sad and empty and detatched from myself like a ghost i felt good earlier sitting in the graveyard i felt at peace but sitting her e alone looking at art of comfort characters and all i can feel is ache and emptiness that i want to create and i’ve missed out on so much and now taht i might finally have a chance my body might be giving on me finally not that i can relaly blame it and i’m not even fucking skinny and i hate it i ahtw this i jskt wanna be able to get drunk but i fucking can’t cause taht will just make everything worse like i desperatly wnat to drink but i know it won’t help it will only hurt so there’s no fucking point