I’m so incredibly sorry that I ate all those grandma made bran muffins. In my defense, I couldn’t help myself. I know we came to an agreement of almost pro-ana standings about my eating habits and getting rid of the near nonexistent pudge i’m beginning to develop, but they are bran muffins. It’s like the baker’s excuse for a colonic. You and I will be pretty uncomfortable for a while, but I’m willing to work through this with you, because I regret eating them too, just like you regret having them in you. It’s like rape, unwanted things inside you, and bran muffin must not feel very good to be raped by. Anyways, we’ll work through it, hopefully we’ll be passed out for the bulk of the discomfort.
I have no excuse for what I’ve done to you,
Me
