Smashing Mirrors

I’m so fucking sick and tired of being a fat pig. Do diets work? Oh no.. nothing at all.. I can eat as healthy as I want and still gain pounds. Does exercise work? Nope.. just keep lifting and doing pushups and bike riding, and remain a disgusting, fat pig.

That’s probably why TJ never bothers to call me anymore, and is always too tired to hang out. He finally realized his girlfriend is ugly as sin. I saw him for 15 minutes last week… that was it.. and I mean a week ago. It’s one thing for him to not want to say he loves me.. but quite another to never want to see me.

I know the truth now, all right?

Why the hell shouldn’t I just starve myself? Can’t make anything worse than it is now. I can’t even shop for clothes anymore without wanting to cry. Every other fucking girl in the mall is half my size, if not more. I don’t know why my body hates me so much…

I’m so sick of being a fat pig.

Feed me to the dogs, dammit.