Sometimes I think I'm just hopeless. One day  my esophagus is going to rupture and my teeth are going to fall out but I deserve it. Constantly flushing the food people are taking the time to make me.

Ungrateful.

And just getting fatter fatter fatter.

greedy.

weak.

mushy.

I hate days like this.

In my new nest- it's cozier than I supposed it might be.

All alone.

My own room.

For good or evil.

Please let me have some semblance of good judgement. I NEED food. eat it .

 ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew hakjdhfkjlsakdjhsafjfa= me.


How many times am I going to have to fall off this damn horse before I can just learn to ride? I feel like a moron.

I am seriously a waste of life and space.

breaking up sucks. why couldn't he have just seen how not worth his time i was and broken up with me first? I don't deserve him. I don't deserve anyone.

 It's amazing how much better a good poop can make a day.

I'm a noony.

A big one.

But I'm trying to find myself.

And that's the best I can do for now.

I hate that the very food that sustains my life makes me want to die. 

I guess I dont mean die, more like disappear.

Thank goodness for twinnies.