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calorie counter counting your worth putting in numbers till you feel useless cookies turn into demons and cake turns into your worst enemy the numbers grow higher and higher and he tells you it needs to be lower he tells you you need to have under 100 a cup of berries turns into your "fuel of the day" and the meaning of "enough" is your jean size the measuring tape used for designing is taken and your old dance belt from your costume is used for progress once you finally get under 100 he tells you your good your getting good that maybe finally your enough to someone even though he hurts you and you cried on call to your ex for hours about it and she begs you to delete it you finally delete it its like loosing a best friend I didn't know where to turn I tried to use my calculator she made me put screentime limits on that too that's when you know it got bad I had a calorie counting journal she made me throw it away now that shes gone I resigned up for it your best friend is back sure your relationships rocky now but he tells you when your being too much right?
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Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 11:47 AM UTC
calorie counter
calorie counter counting your worth putting in numbers till you feel useless cookies turn into demons and cake turns into your worst enemy the numbers grow higher and higher and he tells you it needs to be lower he tells you you need to have under 100 a cup of berries turns into your "fuel of the day" and the meaning of "enough" is your jean size the measuring tape used for designing is taken and your old dance belt from your costume is used for progress once you finally get under 100 he tells you your good your getting good that maybe finally your enough to someone even though he hurts you and you cried on call to your ex for hours about it and she begs you to delete it you finally delete it its like loosing a best friend I didn't know where to turn I tried to use my calculator she made me put screentime limits on that too that's when you know it got bad I had a calorie counting journal she made me throw it away now that shes gone I resigned up for it your best friend is back sure your relationships rocky now but he tells you when your being too much right?
have a love hate relationship with my calorie counter
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F/in your walls
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 11:47 AM UTC
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