So, another girly frustration, yes?
I want to dress like a girl so bad it leaves a very sour taste in my mouth. Why do I have to be fat? I'm not lovable because I'm faaaaat. The thing is food is my first and only love. So, it's bloody hard to just leave it and ignore it. Are you getting me? Anyway, what the hell. Whatever, ok? I'll just dwell on my frustrations today and just forget about it tomorrow. Or next week. Or next year. Whatever.
I want to dress like a girl so bad it leaves a very sour taste in my mouth. Why do I have to be fat? I'm not lovable because I'm faaaaat. The thing is food is my first and only love. So, it's bloody hard to just leave it and ignore it. Are you getting me? Anyway, what the hell. Whatever, ok? I'll just dwell on my frustrations today and just forget about it tomorrow. Or next week. Or next year. Whatever.
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