Saturday, September 11, 2010

A letter to my worst enemy.

Dearest bathroom scale,

If you don't start decreasing your number 5 lbs lighter in the next two weeks, I swear to god, I will throw you against the wall. I don't eat little to nothing and bust my ass at the gym everyday for you, for nothing. Why must you do this to me? things better start changing soon, or else. Got it?


with all the sincerity and hatred my little heart can conjur up,
Amethyst.

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