“When we moved into the band house at the beginning of it all I literally ate crap for two years. Pizzas every night and a fry up every morning with a can of Coke. No wonder I was a bit fat! I hated seeing myself on TV. I was in the band with these skinny bitches who could eat whatever they wanted and not put on any weight. I was the fat one, and I just didn’t want to be the fat one anymore, so I simply stopped eating. That was my amazing diet plan. I just didn’t eat anything. I’d have coffee for breakfast then maybe a muffin in the afternoon. That was it. It was a dramatic, rubbish diet. Luckily once I’d lost about three stone I realised it was stupid and started eating again.” - Tom Fletcher
Cette fiction comme l'indique ce mot est fictive, l'histoire que je vais vous racontez sort tout droit de mon imagination!
Je n'accpte plus les pub, pour la simple et bonne raison qu'en moins d'un seul mois, je n'ai eu que ça..
J'aiemerais juste des commentaires constructif, je ne vous en demande même pas pour la suite des chapitres.
Merci de votre comprénsion.
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