A few days ago, my mother asked me what I actually need to finish a diet and maybe finally lose some weight? I told her I need a reward in the end, something like a 25 year old boy, with a screaming asshole and a dick worth paying for!
Somehow I don`t think she actually care about my weight anymore, since we now goanna have a talk about my inheritance. I should have done the diet. Shit; I`m going poor and I`m still fat! Everything would have been so much better if I just stopped eating?
I`m not one of those people who proclaims that I`m beautiful as big, that I love my man-boobs and embrace cholesterol. My knees are killing me and I sweat like a pig during the summer. During the winter also, unfortunately. It`s heavy, but I`m just to lasy to diet. I’m very happy, thought. If that means anything?
I`m lying. I`m not really happy. I hate everything, but that`s not because I`m fat. My body just irritates me. It’s life that pisses me off!