i hate fat jokes that makes me feel low about myself, and fucking self conscience around everyone.
i hate fat remarks that makes me want to kill myself, and make myself look better, and lose some fucking wiehgt.
i need to eat less, and eat better,
but my house doesn't have anything.
it's fucking lame.
fuck looks.
but yet, I can't stop thinking about looking skinnier,
I want tot behappier.
I want to be happy with myself, and the way i look.
I want to be able to share clothing with my friends.
more like borrow their clothes without stretching it.
it's fucking embarassing when that happens.
i'm so fucking self conscience you have no idea.
shit.
Thank you, I think this is Poetry
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