The Mountain Range In The Sands Of Scars

Not In Love - Crystal Castles (ft. Robert Smith)

I often whine about how the constant bingeing has got to stop. Control. Unless all the food and confectionaries in the world are free then I can probably binge until I die from gout or some food-related disease; most likely from diabetes due to a rather unfortunate family hereditary disease and my fondness for saccharine delights, the sweeter the better. 

Well, it seems like I finally sort of got my wish which I begrudgingly do not want. The mountain range on my scratched and parched skin - once my pride and joy - seems to have disappeared beneath the deluge of fats. My lower back, at least.

So begrudgingly goes back to a normal human diet, lest my god-like metabolism screw up and drop even lower and I can't cope up with it and my body shall balloon to that of fail whale.

And I should complete my FA2 draft now.
And Christina asked me whether I'm Muslim or not after consultation lol lol.