I finally achieved perfect discipline of what I eat and drink. First time in my life.
I eat the right things, in the right amounts, at the right times.
Overcoming an eating disorder, this brings me endless joy and a feeling of deep self-respect.
In the Special Housing Unit my neighbor is picking paint off the wall and eating it.
I am reading All Quiet on The Western Front by the slitter of a street lamp that enters my cell.
The duality of man.
Brad Pitt should find a new asian to be his son. One who knows martial arts, has final fantasy hair, and drives a Nissan Skyline with an LED underglow. Make Angelina embarrassed of that nerd she's got